Fifty-Eight
by Brownwall
About this track
Turn the key on instant sex appeal Disregard the hairs on the back of your neck You just dipped your life in fire Failed to recognize the warning signs Because you're suddenly a high-toned son of a bitch Instantly violently she's got it all The looks, the chrome, and the whitewalls No room for competition In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard The lasting impression is the last impression Leaves a trail that looks like blood This is love and it's squeezing fast This is love and it's squeezing fast This is love and it's squeezing fast No room for competition In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard If there's a Fury you know her name In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard If there's a Fury you know her name In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard If there's a Fury you know her name In the fire On the highway In the scrapyard If there's a Fury you know her name Steve Murphy - Drums Nick Nunziata - Guitar, Bass, Vocals Micah Robinson - Guitar