Still working on the lyrics....
Jump the Gun
Lee Birt, Nathan Spears FAWM 2-07-22
The streets were hot from burnt rubber,
The air smelled of pot and fast cars.
The girls were dancing on the sidewalks,
They were dressed to nines like a star.
Ara eyes were flaming,
She felt in control,
Of her Grabber Orange Mustang,
There was only one race to go.
All around was a cackle fest
As Ara waited her last test.
Life in the fast lane,
Can be a dangerous place,
Ara did her burnout,
Creeped up to be staged.
There was money on the line,
But her mind wasn’t on the race.
Chorus:
Jump the gun, don’t jump the gun
Jump the gun, don’t jump the gun
Instrumental: Bm F#7 Bm F#7 Em F#7 Em F#7 Em F# E F# A B
As some sweet sixteen dropped the flag,
Red and blue lights started to flash,
Po Po’s blocked the strip,
As Ara’s Stang laid down rubber,
She headed for the overpass,
The turn came way to fast.
The TV Chopper filmed the crash,
Breaking news at eleven.
The anchor woman in a tight red dress
Says illegal racing was the cause of death,
It’s the worst decision our youth can make
If they are sixteen to twenty.
Stop Street Racing, don’t make the news,
Don’t leave your Mama singing the blues,
Put the pedal to the metal at your local drag strip,
And you’ll live to be a winner.
Jump the gun, don’t jump the gun
Jump the gun, don’t jump the gun
Repeat chorus - instrumental and fade
@andrea Feb 2022
Good message here. I look forward to the finished piece :)