Текст песни BACKSTREETS OF TENNESSEE

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 The last mile you'll forever sleep Fear on four wheels Let it rip Burn it out before I lose my grip Tail the backstreets of Tennessee That's where I feed Kick and scream Do you feel it Do ya feel it Now burn it out Ya baby, fucking dead to me Don't even try to fucking kick and scream Hell on four wheels Fifty-fifty shot dead Dragged behind my rising 'Stang Feeds me I-40 gonna make you sing Feeds me Let it rip Burn it out before I lose my grip Tail the backstreets of Tennessee That's where I feed Kick and scream Do you feel it Do ya feel 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 backstreets of Tennessee That's where I feed Kick and scream Do you feel it Do ya feel 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