White Honda Sedan

You're still with me
After all these years
The world was fire
Now it's dust and sand
We're hungry now
For the little things
Like windows down
And cruising round
And leaving nothing breathing

In my White Honda Sedan
We're burning through
The dunes bear witness to
White Hot Light

We string them up
We hold it down
We are the outlaws
In our red dust town
But some nights I still dream
Fevered from gasoline
Fresh cut grass sweet evening
Summer seething
Needing to blow holes
Right through the tack, yeah

White Honda Sedan
It purrs in the night
And sends a murderous blast
Of White Hot Light
We're still alive for now
We can survive inside the
Cleansing rings of death
And White Hot Light

When the world was young
They did them guitar tours
They ran around the globe
Slamming power chords
But in the Sedan
You and me
Scour the land
For vintage drum machines
We're building a lab
It's gonna be our own
Glowing with the skulls
Of our victims and that
Sweet Prophet tone

White Honda Sedan
It purrs in the night
And sends a murderous blast
Of White Hot Light
It's kill or be killed
What do you want me to do
We're all just smiling through
White Hot Light
White Hot Light

We made some mistakes
Thought we were on Mars
We slaughtered Leto's band
With our knockoff brand
Japanese guitars