As I slip the clutch in, find top gear.
I feel the pressure build, know it’s near.
I feel the heat, our engine’s developing.
The vibrations, that start all unravelling.
Then it hits, the oil burns red hot.
Spilling from everywhere, piston’s shot.
Bore open, screaming as it burst.
But all’s not lost, this ain’t the worst.
For this organic motor, this drive in which we strive.
Is multiple use, and will be again tonight.