Motorcycle Revs

Frequenting the trough Hundred and one ounces of blood Lay into the track Loose a lot of love Winning is a joke written in the law Say you'll be the first pathetic note Climbing up the stack Penny on their back Tough guy, making calls The pilot in the wall They'll break another bottle And separate themself Pushing down on the throttle Up the hilt, taught knuckles Separated from the pack Going top speed Motorcycle revs Through the bushes and the trees