Rocketcar

Sweat rolls - copper
Like pennies off his back
Helmet eyes trained desert-wide
Mirror the salt flat

Fly draws near

Jets ignite
Toothed tires bite the ground
His parachutes just won't deploy
And no one could suspect

Desert fly

... 2, 3, 4

Metal flies
Not meant to leave the ground (get up!)
Spirit of America
Shit and blood on the salt flat



Credits
Writer(s): Andy Preston, Michael Puljung, Matt Barr
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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