Torque Cowboy

(yeah) Walk into the shop,

it's a Snap-on paradise Laser-guided levels,

yeah the laser cut precise Got a holographic HUD inside my cowboy

hat

Mapping out the torque while I’m chatting on the chat They want

the old school? I give 'em next-gen Rebuilding V8s with a digital

pen

I got three different impacts hanging from my belt Melt the competition

down,

watch the metal melt From hip-hop beats to the country twang Hear

the pneumatic hammers go bang-bang-bang!

Can't stop buying, yeah my budget is blown Got a titanium hammer

that I call my own

I’m a high-tech redneck with a tool addiction Living out a country

sci-fi fiction Got a toolbox taller than a pine tree line And

a Bluetooth ratchet that’s a friend of mine Bass bumping in the

bay, chrome shining bright We turning old iron into satellite light Yeah,

the country boy’s wired,

the country boy’s blessed With a digital wrench and a grease

on his chest

(Banjo rolls pick up speed over a fading trap beat) Just ordered

another set of sockets...

Don't tell my girl.

Cyber-South, signing off.