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(yeah) Blacktop heating up under the sun
Engine screaming that I'm the wild one Got a pocket full of
nothing and a heavy hand
Rolling like a storm through this broken land (mmhhh)
Ride the heatwave, burn the track
Leaving the wreckage behind my back
Endless highway, no dead-end line
This rusty iron horse is mine
Cactus needles pointing to the sky
Vultures tracing circles way up high No rearview mirror on this machine
Purest speed that you have ever seen (hah)
Lost in the dust (yeah) Where the iron meets the rust