[Verse 1]
Old patch on a sunburnt vest
Faded names stitched over my chest
War smoke still stuck in my lungs
Now the sand turned to dust on my tongue
[Verse 2]
Knuckles split on a Friday grin
Taste of iron
Taste of cheap gin
Sirens wail
We’re laughing in gear
Red and blue painting stripes in the mirror
[Chorus]
We just grin and bleed
Burning lines through the tired concrete
If it’s hell they need
We got gas
We got guns
We got speed
Yeah we grin and bleed
All the scars that we refuse to treat
If you ride with me
You don’t turn
You don’t talk
You don’t leave
[Verse 3]
Crates in the back
Tarp tied low
Powder trail where the green bills grow
Dead road
Desert wind in my face
Every mile feels like a younger place
[Bridge]
Ask where I served
I just sip my drink
Say “over there” and I never blink
Lost some boys to a flag and a lie
Lost some more to the roads we ride
[Chorus]