Foot on the Gas

Think you're gonna go
I don't want to know
'Cause I taste disaster
That is what I'm after

It's like fuel, like when my foot is on the gas
Dead inside, she said
Nothing can open me now, but at the same time
Look at me, I'm sailing

Foot on the gas on the West Side Highway
Hand inside, hand inside

If that ride could last forever I'd need nothing else

We're on our way
Back to NJ
With your head stained red
Just like our bed

If that ride could last forever I'd need nothing else

Foot on the gas on the West Side Highway
Hand inside, hand inside

If that ride could last forever I'd need nothing else