Persian Risk - Ridin’ High (Isle of Man TT)

Wheels I feel them turning Rubber roll I smell them burning Speed is my desire To quench this thirst it takes me higher My daring trick is to loop the loop of fire On my machine filled with fuel, I am the flyer In the morning, takes me riding high It’s never too much for me, I live and die Close to death is the road I will ride Man and machine filled with fuel With you by my side Wind and rain stormy weather I’ll fight with steel and leather Into the valley of the shadows I go With you, by my side, I am the flyer In the morning, takes me riding high It’s never too much for me, I live and die Wheels I feel them turning Rubber roll I smell them burning Speed is my desire To quench this thirst it takes me higher My daring trick is to loop the loop of fire On my machine filled with fuel, I am the flyer In the morning, takes me riding high It’s never too much for me, I live and die