Death Trap Lyrics - The Hawklords

In the back of my neck I feel a strange sensation 

Feels like I'm heading for the crisis of all creation 

Only those with death wish understand my situation 

Feels like Jesus Christ heading for the stations 

All across, in my death trap, death trap 

Running in my death trap, death trap 

Chicken running in my death trap, death trap 

Heading for the crossroads of fiery crucifixion 

Lighting up the night sky with bitterness distinction 

While I hold a wheel of fate, smell of burning friction 

I feel like a hero heading for extinction 

It's the smell of burning plastic 

Monkey on elastic, going up and down 

Crank shaft cracking up 

Brake drums blowing out 

Tires on fire now 

Detrimental seize up, oil blast cam shaft 

Worn out pistons rings, brake fade, brake 

Hydraulic leak out, radiator overheat 

Monkey on elastic, going up and down 

Smell of burning plastic, 

It's the smell of burning plastic, 

Monkey on elastic, going up and down