Tremor

Riding
The smoke is black
The hooded man is back on the tracks
He's coming after you
Riding
The smoke is black
The hooded man is back on the tracks
He's coming after you
He's coming after you
Shaking the ground
I'm rolling down the road
I'm like a freight train
Moving the earth
Rolling and tumbling
None could stop me
I'll get there faster than
You could hear me
Can't you hear my whistle blow
Wheels are rolling
Engine is screaming
The smell of gasoline
Fills up the air
I keep on moving
Don't know where I'm going
My eyes on the road
I'll get where I need to be
Can't you hear my engine roar
Five years locked away
He seemed inhuman
Stepping my foot down
I won't get no ball and chain
Forget what the man says
I got no time
I ain't stopping now
I'm coming after you
Can't you hear the sirens wail