Fat Tua Lyrics

Tua stood a man when his rubber hit the ol' road

26 miles from Tucson with 4000 miles to go

Rusty bearings, scraping turning with a creak

Oh, there's a fine line between sanity, win, and defeat

He set the course for new land, new turf in ol' record time

Oh, new to him but a term, the split between weak and divine

Where do we fall

How do we place

Time is our judge

For time can't be replaced

Compete in a grinder

And grinding makes us old

All stats kept in a binder

And that binder's turned to mold

Yeah the memory is making

As the sun she starts to cool

He qualified with ratings

Checkmate is his next move

Wheels they keep on turning

What's left behind is left for waste

Ode, the story of his lifetime

Wrote in his next race

My new helmet, call it battlecap, aero chinstrap what is next

I'm calling back up Rhino, strap up we've got a new test

The world is turning because we are moving, towing line

Gentleman watch your backs those underdogs come from behind

I'm turning on the jets, oh, on the jets, yeah on the jets

Said I'm turning, on the jets, oh, on the jets, on the jets yeah

Where do we fall

How do we place

Time is our judge

For time can't be replaced

Compete in a grinder

And grinding makes us old

All stats kept in a binder

And that binder's turned to mold

Yeah the memory is making

As the sun she starts to cool

He qualified with ratings

Checkmate is his next move

Wheels they keep on turning

What's left behind is left for waste

Ode, the story of his lifetime

Wrote in his next race