Sons of Thunder - Driver

Nimble and quick, running the race

Manic and swift, setting the pace

Velocity rules, pushing the edge

Rushing the wind, riding the rail

Burning the pistons and grinding the floor

Wielding the power and reaching for more

Mile after mile with the wheel in my hand

My legend is my final lap

Sons of Thunder, driving the lightning forever

Sons of Thunder, We are the titans of speed

Burning like fire, strapped in a cage

Smokin' the tires, faster than rage

Blood on the track, eyes on the flag

Ripping the air like a bullet of steel

Burning the pistons and grinding the floor

Wielding the power and reaching for more

Mile after mile with the wheel in my hand

My legend is my final lap

Sons of Thunder, driving the lightning forever

Sons of Thunder, We are the titans of speed

With an angel over me

I’m never looking back

Flying on the wings of speed

I’m breaking from the pack

With an angel over me

I’m headlong clown the track