Engine coughing, knuckles split, night’s got teeth
Two silhouettes riding dirty with a map full of beef
Two men in a rusted van, cross lines like scars
Country miles ticking off grudges under flickering stars
Steel-toe rage, dust in the lungs, hands stay clenched
Every hard hat see us coming, backs already bent
They dig holes for a living, we dig graves for respect
Ground smells fear when our shadows intersect
Boots on gravel, jaws set tight
We don’t talk much — we let anger do the talking at night
Every layby a sermon, every road a confession
We don’t need GPS, just resentment and direction
They hear the engine idle, feel it in the spine
Two men, one mission, fueled by hate and bad time
Driving coast to coast on a vendetta high
Hate in the glovebox, venom in our eyes
Groundworkers scatter when the headlights skim
But the only name we spit with venom is him
Yeah, we hate the lot, yeah, we hate the grind
But nobody burns like the thought of Jim
Jim got a smile like a knife and a voice like rust
Said too much once, now it’s personal, it’s blood-red trust
Every mile marker whispers what he did, what he said
Rent-free in our skulls, pacing back and forth in our heads
We swing words like hammers, bars like bricks
Every verse a right hook, every chorus a spit
Ground shakes when we roll through towns unnamed
They just collateral noise in a much bigger flame
Jim ain’t here but he’s everywhere, that’s the curse
Every face we break just makes his shadow worse
If hate was fuel, we’d never stop
If grudges were money, we’d own the whole block
Driving coast to coast on a vendetta high
Hate in the glovebox, venom in our eyes
Groundworkers scatter when the headlights skim
But the only name we spit with venom is him
Yeah, we hate the lot, yeah, we hate the grind
But nobody burns like the thought of Jim
Red lights don’t stop us, laws don’t talk
We live in the echo of a midnight knock
Every town’s the same, every face a blur
But say his name once — watch the whole world stir
This ain’t justice, this ain’t clean
It’s anger fermenting in petrol dreams
Two men hollowed out by a single wrong
Still standing tall ‘cause the hate stays strong
Jim, you ain’t present but you’re never gone
You’re the reason the engine keeps dragging us on
When this road ends, when the dust all settles
Your name still rattles loose in the metal
Gravel roads, cracked fists, no peace of mind
World full of enemies, but one stands prime
We hate them all, yeah, that’s the hymn
But hell bends sideways when we think of Jim
FUCK JIM!
