Yeah... check the clock. It’s three in the morning. The fog is rolling in.
Mask on my face, eyes low in the dark Engine screaming loud, yeah, I’m leaving a mark Midnight drift, see the smoke in the rain Phonk in my blood, I don’t feel no pain.
Creeping through the alley with the lights turned off Static in the air, yeah, the rhythm is soft But the bass hit hard like a hammer to the chest No sleep in the city, we don't need no rest.
Click-clack, hear the snap. Shadows on the wall. When the cowbell rings... Watch 'em all fall.