Riding The smoke is black The hooded man is back on the tracks He's coming after you Riding The smoke is black The hooded man is back on the tracks He's coming after you He's coming after you Shaking the ground I'm rolling down the road I'm like a freight train Moving the earth Rolling and tumbling None could stop me I'll get there faster than You could hear me Can't you hear my whistle blow Wheels are rolling Engine is screaming The smell of gasoline Fills up the air I keep on moving Don't know where I'm going My eyes on the road I'll get where I need to be Can't you hear my engine roar Five years locked away He seemed inhuman Stepping my foot down I won't get no ball and chain Forget what the man says I got no time I ain't stopping now I'm coming after you Can't you hear the sirens wail