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Engine hums like a tiger purring low
Shadows stretch where the streetlights glow
Radio crackles a static curse
Sweat on my palms makes it all feel worse
Idle and loaded I wait my turn
The clock ticks slow while the wheels burn
Hands on the wheel
Heart in the fight
Drive through the dark
Into the night
They're ghosts in suits
Moving too fast
Masks on faces
Shadows cast
Moral lines blur in the rearview glass
The future's coming
But it won't ask
Sirens wail in the distance faint
Conscience whispers
But I ain't no saint
Idle and loaded I wait my turn
The clock ticks slow while the wheels burn
Hands on the wheel
Heart in the fight
Drive through the dark
Into the night
Rubber screams as the tires bite
Metal sings in the pale moonlight
Radio says"go go go"
The city swallows us whole
Idle and loaded I wait my turn
The clock ticks slow while the wheels burn
Hands on the wheel
Heart in the fight
Drive through the dark
Into the night