Through the dawn, listening to the radio Sinatra
Racing with Trojan horses
the faster I speed up
I feel that something is missing

On the floor the smell of beer and a thousand stories to tell
At this hours only the worst types
One pool and the sense of alertness
One pool and the sense of alertness

Today crystal glasses will scratch the sky
And when they hit the ground I'll be away
That's the plan, accelerate
Accelerate and don't look back
Accelerate and don't look back

Your tyres are worn out
I know but wasn't the plan to roll until thay burst
And if I betting everything on it
A spare tire wouldn't be fair
A spare tire wouldn't be fair
A spare tire wouldn't be fair

Welcome back Mad Max Machine
Glad we're still the same
Waiting to be abducted in front of deserted stars
thinking of the first person to visit
when we get back
when we get back, when we get back

Guide me and be my best listener, if I scream
If I scream it makes no difference
Just turn up the sound
And at the end of the night
Host the drunken sleep of a bohemian
be a shelter, to hear the rain

Speed is the lesser madness
when your smile is in other hands
And why do you need a ward tank if you have
a castle of cars in front of you?
a castle of cars in front of you?

Welcome back Mad Max Machine
Glad we're still the same
Waiting to be abducted in front of deserted stars
Thinking of the first person to visit when we get back
When we get back
When we get back