Bruce Dickinson

Devils driving down the track
Helens wheels, and they wont turn back
Engine racing down a one-way street
Speedo chasing that red-line heat
Into the blackness, into the night
Out of the tunnel, into the light
Red for danger, thats just for show
Climb aboard, come as you go
Hard to steer when the devils driving
Helens wheels, and the brakes wont hold
Hard to steer when the devils driving
Helens wheels, and the brakes wont hold
Too smart to come, she just arrived
Only gave her one, but shes using five...
Minutes of time in the usual place
If I was strapped in, you could sit on my place
The doors were locked, the windows sealed
Hitting me with the jack was the devils deal
Blue light flashing as the lipstick smudged
Dived for cover in a tunnel of glove
Hard to steer when the devils driving
Helens wheels, and the brakes wont hold
Hard to steer when the devils driving
Helens wheels, and the brakes wont hold