Twisted Rodeo Rush

(hey, hey, go!)

Dust on the road,

static on the dial

We've been driving for another mile

I feel the pressure rising up inside

Nowhere left for us to run and hide (get ready)

We are the fire in the dark tonight!

We are the ones who make it bright! (hoooah!)

Feet on the clay,

hands in the sky

No

one can tell us

how to fly I

feel the pressure rising up inside

Nowhere left for us to run and hide

(here we go!)

(go, go, go!)

(yeah, we out...)