Songtexte Rips - Fyrce Muons

We called it rip shitting
A forty mile stretch of interstate straight as a compass flat
No speed limit no light and a muscle car full of six young dudes
Miles of white salt twinkling like snow under the moon occasional UFO
Heading for an old B29 base at the state line
Airport of choice for high rolling ranchers and smugglers
Ghostly abandoned hangers and blinking red light on the dark desert floor
On the mountain casinos blaze psychedelic among the jagged treeless
A forty mile stretch of interstate straight as a compass flat
No speed limit no light and a muscle car full of PCP
We called it rip shitting

Breathe in
Stay calm
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Begin
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Reach time
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Burn slow
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White stars
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Stay low