Midnight Machine

Midnight Machine

Chrome flashin’ under sodium lights,

Engines rumble through the quiet nights.

Rollin’ slow down the main drag strip,

Leather tight, we own this trip.

Factory smoke hangs in the air,

Old town square, no one’s goin’ nowhere.

Radio blastin’ Sun Records gold,

Burnin’ rubber, stories untold.

Kings tonight on this cracked asphalt street,

Red brake lights dancin’ to the beat.

Girls in heels, ripped-up jeans,

Pourin’ shots like gasoline.

We ride fast, we don’t care,

Love and liquor in the midnight air.

Fast cars, wild nights, no lookin’ back —

One more round, we’re on the attack.

Long legs flickin’ by the old kiosk glow,

Dirty laughs from the backseat flow.

Lipstick marks on a warm beer can,

No rules here, just woman and man.

Pizzeria neon flickers red and blue,

We cruise past the mill, me and you.

Moon hangs high over rooftops low,

Town breathes heat, engines start to glow.

We move like ghosts through every curve and bend,

This small-town fever never ends.

Girls in heels, ripped-up jeans,

Pourin’ shots like gasoline.

We ride fast, we don’t care,

Love and liquor in the midnight air.

Fast cars, wild nights, no lookin’ back —

One more round, we’re on the attack.

Backseat heat, speakers pound the frame,

Windows down, the whole street calls your name.

Streetlights blur as V8s clash and roar,

Rum and laughter spillin’ on the floor.

Parked by the river, hoods popped wide,

Stars above this nowhere town tonight.

Girls in heels, ripped-up jeans,

Pourin’ shots like gasoline.

We ride fast, we don’t care,

Love and liquor in the midnight air.

Fast cars, wild nights, no lookin’ back —

One more round… yeah, we’re comin’ back.

One more round… we’re not done yet.



Discography

Albums

    Singles

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