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!