Firebird

The scream of a V8 fills the track
It was under attack
The stick shift clack kept my focus
It was not hocus
For my music kept my focus

Rock was in my ears
The gears went higher
I was a buyer
The engine is like a choir

It was so fast but I couldn't conquer a corner
I may have been a foreigner
Doing this for regular
My last lap pursuing
By using the data I would provide

I took my final stride,
Amplified, I won.