I've worked hard to build this wreck
My hands are like weathered stones
Finding scraps from all the junkyards
To construct the barest bones
Breathing life into rusted metal
Was not a simple feat
Once I get this junker running
I will not suffer defeat
Behind the wheel at the starting line
Engine revving in pain
Waiting for the flag to drop
To race for monetary gain
I look around at my fellow racers
And see a landscape full of debris
But once I put the pedal to metal
My soul, it will be free