

Red mud spinning on a rusted rim Pedal to the floor and
the lights grow dim Smoke in the cabin,
heat on the face No room to breathe in a cold-dirt chase (Go!)
We slide sideways through the grey No tomorrow,
just today (Aaaah!)
White knuckles locking on a vinyl wheel Tearing up the road like
a blade on steel Engine screaming like a siren song One wrong
turn and the whole thing's gone
Hold it...
wait...
(Go!) We slide sideways through the grey No tomorrow,
just today (Aaaah!) (unh)