.Two quarters in my hand, nothing else in my pocket
I'm a wild horse pawing at the cracked dead earth
The stoplight turning and a long white lincoln
Goes screaming by, the bass line lingers
Itâs hot as the devil, the rubber and the metal
Black smell of something burni.
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