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}