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[Verse 1]
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Wanna bark a saga of the night the bikes went wild.
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Four husky gladiators suited up for a war self styled.
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The Interceptor, Ninja and 1100 primed to score
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But me and my Suzuki knew we had so much more.

[Chorus]
C                                    D                  E
      They thought it would be just another clandestine late night road rally.
               C              D
But it was the WAR OF THE SUPERBIKES.
        E                                         C              D
Red hot pipes and rumbling high tech power plants inch up to the starting line,
             E
But when the dust cleared up on Devil's Backbone,
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One man/one bike/one dream would scream across the finish line.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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I layed it down into turn one, cranked down full bore.
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With my air-cooled transverse in-line Four Stroke Four.
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I knew the 1100 was the man to burn.
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I ruled the straightaways, he had me in the turns.

[Chorus]
C                              D
    As they blasted out of the high bank
E
  The Ninja smoked a clutch
                   C
"Only two to beat," he thought
      D                              E
As he laid it down to those greasy 'S' turns
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In the distance those oversized Japanese leg burners sounded like some sort of mutated gigantic insects.
D                             E
Three men on monster machines SHOT OUT OF GOD'S SLINGSHOT!

[Guitar solo]
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[Verse 3]
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The interceptor faded as we hit the hill W.  F.  O.
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All I had to do was hold on, seven miles to go.
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There were red lights flashing, the cops were gaining fast
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In our high-powered way awesome road-smoking 12 mile dash.

[Chorus]
C            D                       E
 The FJ1100 made his move on the inside
                                    C                 D
As the speedometer bounced over the 100 mile-per-hour mark
       E
But he got a little too deep in the curve,
           C                 D
And didn't see the pothole.
                 E                                C
All he saw was a burning, hurtling ball of death
                       D
As he blasted off into the cool night air.
E
   Just him and his GS 1150.

[Outro]
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(no lyric)
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It's the WAR OF THE SUPERBIKES
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It's the WAR OF THE SUPERBIKES
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It's the WAR OF THE SUPERBIKES