Текст песни BACKSTREETS OF TENNESSEE - Butcher Babies

Let it RIP
Burn it out before I lose my grip

I need my fucking medicine
It's a fucking ride you won't forget
Don't you worry dear
Don't worry 'cause these streets are dark and deep
It's a promise I keep, you'll bleed
Last mile you'll forever sleep
Fear on four wheels

Let it RIP
Burn it out before I lose my grip
Tail the back streets of Tennessee
That's where I feed
Kick and scream, do you feel it?
Do you feel it, it, it, it?
Now burn it out

Yeah baby, fucking dead to me
Don't even try to fucking kick and scream
Hell on four wheels
50, 50 shot dead
Dragged behind my mighty 'stang
Feeds me
I-40 gonna make you sing
Feeds me

Let it RIP
Burn it out bеfore I lose my grip
Tail the back streets of Tеnnessee
That's where I feed
Kick and scream, do you feel it?
Do you feel it, it, it, it?
Now burn it out

Concrete
Under your knees
Let it rip
In Tennessee
Oh, it's fear on four wheels
Oh, it's fear on four wheels

Let it RIP
Burn it out before I lose my grip
Tail the back streets of Tennessee
That's where I feed
Kick and scream, do you feel it?
Do you feel it, it, it, it?
Now burn it out

Concrete
Under your knees
Let it rip
In Tennessee
Oh, it's fear on four wheels
Oh, fear on four wheels