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Guitar solo: Rollie Wirt
lyrics
// VERSE 1 //
We must have missed Bel Aire by just a block or two,
but we’ll be back to see the palm strip.
I’ll bet the view is great from here up on the hill,
we’ve got time to take a side trip.
Stay cool, don’t act too tough now.
Don’t shoot that cryptic gaze around.
You might forget what you came here with.
We’ll be riding high, lookin’ up on fifth.
// VERSE 2 //
Those kids get rustled on the corners that we passed,
and need a lot more than a few prayers.
The man in charge takes names out on the block,
and takes his payment through the crosshairs
We see a convict rising,
to strike against the law.
These are the same streets that reinforce the myth,
of the outlaw king we saw, lookin’ up on fifth.
// CHORUS //
Gun it and break away.
Gun it and break away.
We’ll be on the street someday.
Gun it and break away.
// VERSE 3 //
The hipster charm we bring is fuel for their contempt,
and we can’t bank it on the thick cut.
We might just have to work for some ounce of respect,
and know just when to keep our eyes shut.
Stay calm, we’ll sneak right past them.
In time we’ll make it back here.
You might forget what you came here with.
We’ll be riding high, lookin’ up on fifth.
// VERSE 4 //
These concrete badlands are a gem among the sands,
that host a storm of chains and hot lead.
We waste away predicting affluent day dreams,
while our delinquent friends turn up dead.
We hear the faded lowlife,
call out as we move on.
These are the same streets who reinforce the myth,
of the outlaw king we saw, lookin’ up on fifth.
// CHORUS //
credits
from Savage Journey,
released January 1, 2013
Music by Alex Koehler & Josh Clark
Lyrics by Alex Koehler
