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Texas & Back

4Mag Nitrous
ROLLIN' THRU TEXAS
& THE ROAD HAWGS ARE ON THEIR WAY
ROCK TURNS TO DUST - METAL TO RUST
& THE NOTHING WE HAVE IS ALL THAT'S LEFT TODAY

THE DOGS ARE HOWLIN' - NO SUN IN DAYS

GET DOWN & DON'T MAKE A SOUND
& THEY'LL NEVER KNOW THAT WE WHERE HERE
CATCH THAT ROACH
& WATCH THE SUN GO DOWN
AS THE ASPHALT MELTS - WE'RE GONNA RIDE IT OUT!

NERVES OF STEEL - BEHIND THE WHEEL
PUSHIN' ON TO PLAY THE PART THAT'S MINE
IN AN OUTLAW ORDER - DEVILS DRESSED IN STYLE
CROSS THE PARISH LINE - WITH AN ILLEGAL SMILE

IF WE MAKE IT HOME - WE'RE FINE
SO SIT BACK, RELAX & RIDE
NOW ISN'T IT GREAT TO BE ALIVE
I RUN ALONE TO DIE

OH NO - HERE IT COMES & IF IT'S FOUND WE'RE GOIN' DOWN!

MY MEAN MACHINE MAKES THE PERFECT GET-AWAY
AS THE BLOOD RUSHES BY
FUZZ-BUSTA SCREAMIN'
SMOKIES CREAPIN' TO THE TEXAS LINE
AND THE JAM WILL GET YOU EVERY TIME

MY BROTHERS WON'T LET ME DOWN !