Flames, dice, and blood
Up and down the arms of a boy
Cruisin\' at 110 mph
Racin\' to and from the horizon
Both windows down to make the radio work harder
Screamin\' its guts out
But never feeling more alive
Change lanes, shift, bleeding from the speakers
Beltin\' out a new tune to a new mile
Smokin\' luckys to the filter
