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Cold air, burnt rubber

South-East after midnight

Nobody’s sleepin’

Rain on the bonnet, TNs all soaked

Grey sky nights where the stress runs cold

Industrial estate with the engines revved

Tyre smoke thick till the whole road chokes

VN Commodore screaming in pain

Limiter bash while the crowd goes feral

Phone lights out when the sirens echo

Then it’s full-send flight through the backroad bends

Burnt-out sofas near chain-link fences

Trainline humming with the dark-cloud tension

Young lads wired off ego and pressure

Tryna look tough in the cold black weather

No sleep cycle, just servo runs

Cheap iced coffees and the smell of smoke

Everybody paranoid, heads on swivel

Every passing car got the boys on edge

South-East grime with the blacked-out fits

Late-night skids and the snapped-off kits

Tyres pop loud when the burnout hits

Whole crowd yelling while the cops rush in

Blue lights bounce off factory walls

Heli lights sweep through the basketball courts

Everybody scatter when the radios call

Then regroup later where the streetlights dull

Dandenong roads with the bassline shaking

Broken dash lights, half the car vibrating

One bloke laughing while the gearbox slips

Another one posted just chain-smoking darts

Petrol fumes mixed with the cold night rain

Young boys angry with a lot pent-up rage

Nobody talks ‘bout the stress they carry

Just hide that pain with the loudest engines

Backseat full of hoodies and cans

Same four mates with the same old plans

Tryna feel alive for a couple more hours

Before sunrise hits and reality lands

South-East pressure

Burnt rubber and cold hearts

Melbourne after dark.