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Desert Racers

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Out at the factory, where the soft wheel spins fast
Up and out early now, clocking out last
Old times cold kicking up dust on that post
long gone like a tornado spun out to that coast
got a head full of dead wires, a box of dead fruits
Big doom that drives guys to stomp dreams with their boots
But the mind’s on that mission, and the hunger won’t quell
And we pray to that night, to get free from this spell

Desert Racers
In the daylight locked down
Desert Racers
In the deadest of towns
Desert Racers
Keep your souls out of sight
Until the ghosts from that old world can rise by the night

Drive through the county in the night in these rains
Moving road flares and road cones in these lanes
Gotta sweat for these coins, until the moon's burning black
Got the key to that highway in the wilds out back
Desert scape in my memory, coming in like a flood
Desert took all my money, desert drained all my blood
But I’m headed back west, heard a new siren sing
If we die in those sands, we’ll come back as kings

Desert Racers
In the daylight locked down
Desert Racers
In the deadest of towns
Desert Racers
Keep your souls out of sight
Until the ghosts from that old world can rise by the night

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from Raw Routes, released September 2, 2019

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