Smoke and Spin

{low rumble of engines idling,

building tension} {isolated gritty

slide guitar riff} {heavy stomp kick on the four} Cracked asphalt on

a dead-end road

Gasoline runs through my heavy soul

Spin the wheels till the world goes black

Leave the smoke, and never look back (ahhh)

Got a spark in the wire Got a heart made of fire

{guitars start to chug and swell} We are the burnouts rising up

today Burning rubber,

washing doubts away Let the friction tear it to the bone On

this highway,

we are not alone (yeah)

{screaming twin-guitar lead harmonizing}

White lines fading under midnight skies

Nothing left but our compromised eyes

Tear the treads till they scream in pain

Wash our sins in a gasoline rain {muted rhythm chops} We spin

in circles To find our way straight

We burn the clock out Before it gets too late {heavy halftime

groove, slow and crushing} {blazing blues-rock pentatonic guitar solo with wah pedal}

{driving rock beat

resumes full-time tempo} We are the burnouts

Just fading away

Into the grey

(fade away...) {car engine revving,

tires squealing in a wide stereo field} {guitars feedback and dissolve}