Race with the sky
I gotta go
Somethings I'll never do
I come alive
At the red line
With wind swept eyes
It starts coming through
Because I gotta go
In that Helldorado
She says
Be sure to calm me down
When I chamber this round
Cradle my gun like a delicate sound
Wish I could stop
All this running around
But she can never slow
In that Helldorado
But she can never slow
In that Helldorado
No one will ever know
(White knuckle grip and soft compound)
Cause we all gotta go
(Keep us up for another round)
In that Helldorado
(Watch the high side on that bend)
Yeah we all gotta go
(Cause some things broken never mend)
Yeah we all gotta go
(No one will ever know)
In that Helldorado
