Faster - Kip Winger

Little city carved a grave in the palm of her hand

Zig zag dirty mirrors in the back of her van

Feel the rush it’s beginning to hit

Transamnesia, Hong Kong fever

She’s gotta go faster

Once bitten twice shy hang on if you can

Her brains like a raging hurricane

Transamnesia, Hong Kong fever

High end well-bred drive-in dreamer

Are you willing to play?

Well okay

Cause I just wanna taste it again

Tech head, brain dead

Roll the dice or get spoon fed

Hang on tight cause when I

Get to the bottom I go back

To the top and go FASTER