Rust and Rails

Spitfire rolling down a gravel road

Engine screaming with a heavy load

No destination,

no map in hand Just a wild heart in a flatland

(yeah, yeah)

We don't bow to the rules they make

We only bend what we can break

Born to run and born to fight

We are the fire in the dead of night

Nothing holding back this heat

Running wild on a dead-end street

(oh, turn it up!)

Dusty boots and a broken string

But we don't care what tomorrow brings

Play it loud 'til the speakers bleed

This dirty noise is all we need

Born to run and born to fight

We are the fire in the dead of night

Nothing holding back this heat

Running wild on a dead-end street

(yeah,

alright!)

Running wild!

(running wild) (hell

yeah)