Sand in the Throttle

[Verse 1]
Goggles down
Engine screaming at the sun
Salt on my lips
We’re chasing someone to outrun
Kickin’ up a wall
Of grit and gold and heat
Roost in my face
But I’m standing on the seat (hey!)
[Chorus]
Sand in the throttle
Heart in the red
Rising like a wave over my head
High on the dune
We don’t touch the brakes
Jump it ‘til the whole sky shakes
Sand in the throttle
Teeth full of grit
If there’s a line
We’re crossing it
Wide open
Wide open
We live for the drift
[Verse 2]
Ghosts of the eighties
In the glare of chrome and steel
Plastic cracked and faded
But the rush is what we feel
Truck in the air
ATV right at my side
Two-stroke screaming
Like it’s stuck in overdrive (woah)
[Chorus]
Sand in the throttle
Heart in the red
Rising like a wave over my head
High on the dune
We don’t touch the brakes
Jump it ‘til the whole sky shakes
Sand in the throttle
Teeth full of grit
If there’s a line
We’re crossing it
Wide open
Wide open
We live for the drift
[Bridge]
Headlight halos
Night falls slow
Engines idling
Nowhere to go
Then one spark
One shout
One laugh
We paint the dark
In a flying path (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
Sand in the throttle
Heart in the red
Rising like a wave over my head
High on the dune
We don’t touch the brakes
Jump it ‘til the whole sky shakes
Sand in the throttle
Teeth full of grit
If there’s a line
We’re crossing it
Wide open
Wide open
We live for the drift

rock, High-energy 80s-inspired hard rock with crunchy guitars, driving bass, and big live drums; male vocals pushed upfront with gang shouts on the hook. Verses ride a tight palm-muted riff that opens into wide, power-chord choruses. Brief guitar lead over the bridge, then everything slams back in for a final anthemic chorus.