Empty Pints and Pistons

Verse 1

Floor it in the driveway

Pouring down a pint of cheap dark gin

Empty bottles rattling like a hollow copper drum

Thinking I could conquer any crooked lane I'm spinning in

Wheels are whining as the tires start to lose their grip

Fingers slipping off the wheel while I struggle for my life

Heart is drumming loud inside a ribcage made of iron bars

Looking for a reason why the streetlights always turn to blur

Counting up the hours since I even saw a shred of light

Pre-Chorus

Metal meeting metal and the sparks fly wide

Nothing left to hide

Watching as the painted yellow lines all slide

Taking me outside

Chorus

Pour another glass until the road is gone

Driving till the break of dawn

Glass against the dash and now the tank is dry

Speeding underneath a leaden sky

Pour another glass until the road is gone

Pour another glass until the road is gone

Verse 2

Screeching round a tight bend

Sipping on a poison that I call my only friend

Watching shadows morph into a wall of jagged forest pines

Engine screaming out a prayer for any sort of mercy now

Everything is spinning while the sirens wail a miles away

Left my senses sitting back inside that dim and dusty room

Fighting with the phantom hands that try to pull the steering gear

Every second counts until the inevitable impact comes

Swallowed by the wreckage where the shadows find a place to rest

Pre-Chorus

Metal meeting metal and the sparks fly wide

Nothing left to hide

Watching as the painted yellow lines all slide

Taking me outside

Chorus

Pour another glass until the road is gone

Driving till the break of dawn

Glass against the dash and now the tank is dry

Speeding underneath a leaden sky

Pour another glass until the road is gone

Pour another glass until the road is gone

Bridge

Vision failing fast

Living for the crash

Steel on steel

Breaking the wheel

Stop the spin

Let the darkness win

Chorus

Pour another glass until the road is gone

Driving till the break of dawn

Glass against the dash and now the tank is dry

Speeding underneath a leaden sky

Pour another glass until the road is gone

Pour another glass until the road is gone