Born down in a dead man's town. The first kick I took was when I hit the ground. You end up like a dog that's been beat too much. Till you spend half your life just covering up.
One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends. Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in. Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth.
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream. At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines. Sprung from cages out on highway nine,.
Lights out tonight. Trouble in the heartland. Got a head-on collision. Smashin' in my guts man. I'm caught in a crossfire. That I don't understand. But there's one thing I know for sure.