Well, oh yeah

Fifty wheels of chrome
Crack your road
I got blaze in my saddles
I commit my crimes alone
When you felt my kiss
I put your love in danger
And when I stopped for heavy fuel
Well, the town got

Stranger vibes I bring
Yeah, I’m bad fun
Count your sins for a smoking gun
No men, no beasts, no deities
No ties that bind
What you’re looking at is
None of a kind

Feel my pistons pumpin’
Get your hands upon my wheel
Come get lost in my wasteland
And strike a nasty deal
This dark and weary road is my home
I never stop my engines
And my fuse won’t

Blow all over you
Yeah, I’m bad fun
Count your sins for a smoking gun
No men, no beasts, no deities
No ties that bind
What you’re looking at is
None of a kind

Blow your dice and roll
Yeah, I’m bad fun
Count your sins for a smoking gun
No men, no beasts, no deities
No ties that bind
What you’re looking at is
None of a kind

None of a
None of a kind