Kip Winger - Faster Lyrics
Little city carved a grave in the palm of her handZig zag dirty mirrors in the back of her vanFeel the rush it's beginning to hitTransamnesia, Hong Kong feverShe's gotta go fasterOnce bitten twice shy hang on if you canHer brains like a raging hurricaneTransamnesia, Hong Kong feverHigh end well-bred drive-in dreamerAre you willing to play?Well okayCause I just wanna taste it againTech head, brain deadRoll the dice or get spoon fedHang on tight cause when IGet to the bottom I go backTo the top and go FASTER