Chrome Tooth Sprint (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Cold curb sting through the sole of the shoe

Bass in the throat, jaw clicking in two

Club door shut, steam off the crowd

Five forty-nine and the quiet too loud

Eyes pulled tight behind tinted glass

Dawn bleeding red over frozen grass

Pre-Chorus

Step off the curb, don't tap the brake

How much pavement can one lane take

Sky cracks wide, light hits the street

Move on the double on restless feet

Chorus

Chrome tooth sprint through the yellow mist

Pocket full of copper and a tight-locked fist

Chrome tooth sprint, we don't stop for the sun

Spit out the gravel and we make that run

Verse 2

Wet tarmac hiss under heavy tread creps

Counting out the bounce on the station steps

Milk crates rattle, shutters half-drawn

Shadows going skinny in the belly of the dawn

Ringing in the ear like an eight-o-eight kick

Hood pulled low and the pace too quick

Pre-Chorus

Step off the curb, don't tap the brake

How much pavement can one lane take

Sky cracks wide, light hits the street

Move on the double on restless feet

Chorus

Chrome tooth sprint through the yellow mist

Pocket full of copper and a tight-locked fist

Chrome tooth sprint, we don't stop for the sun

Spit out the gravel and we make that run

Bridge

No sleep in the blood, just iron and grit

Daylight burning every curb we sit

Catch that bounce before the night goes dead

Six a.m. ringing in a buzzcut head

Chorus

Chrome tooth sprint through the yellow mist

Pocket full of copper and a tight-locked fist

Chrome tooth sprint, we don't stop for the sun

Spit out the gravel and we make that run