Shunted to the next hold Calibration-camber, caster, toe Remember when we didn't know And sent smoke back up the manifold We got along in my opinion We fit together like a rack and pinion It's good to keep a little tension On the fan belt, timing, suspension I thought we'd have the world's attention Thought there'd be a true ascension But all I see is distance All I see is land upon land Hand over hand Picking pebbles out of the oil pan Full throttle Satiates me, makes me whole Full throttle Tops up the stomach of my soul Full throttle Pluck a blanket from the cradle Full throttle Snapping static from the radials You've already lapped me Lead foot, peregrine's periphery This 2.4 isn't feeling very snappy Is this parade really making us happy Maybe this isn't luxury The maintenance is totally beyond me This is all just beyond my pedigree Full throttle Satiates me, makes me full Full throttle Tops up the stomach of my soul Full throttle Pluck a blanket from the cradle Full throttle Snapping static from the radials