Lyrics
Yeah Mm Roll it Sunset stain on the side of the road Dust in the denim, fire in the throat Brake-light red in a puddle of oil Boots hit gravel, I was born for the boil Chrome hum, low drum, heat on the stripe line Lean smoke, slow joke, venom in the punchline No clean hands, no saint in the mirror I talk like thunder when the silence gets clearer Heads turn slow When I come through No pulpit wood Just a hard truth— Blacktop sermon Blacktop sermon I preach with a growl and a tire-burn turnin’ Blacktop sermon No white flag waving, no soft word learnin’ Just a long road lit and a cold heart burnin’ When the night wants blood, I give it purpose Blacktop sermon Road flare blink and the ditch grass shiver Bad moon grin by the culvert river Sweat on the collar, grit in the grin I don’t knock twice, I just walk on in Gravel grind, hard line, weight in the boot heel Hot wire, backfire, truth that the bruise feels Half scar, half star, none of it borrowed I got a voice like a debt comin’ due tomorrow Wind cuts wide I don’t flinch Whole world loud I just cinch— Blacktop sermon Blacktop sermon I preach with a growl and a tire-burn turnin’ Blacktop sermon No white flag waving, no soft word learnin’ Just a long road lit and a cold heart burnin’ When the night wants blood, I give it purpose Blacktop sermon No chapel bell No holy light Just an engine coolin’ In the middle of the night One breath One stare One match in the breeze Whole sky bent low Like it answered to me Blacktop sermon Blacktop sermon I preach with a growl and a tire-burn turnin’ Blacktop sermon No white flag waving, no soft word learnin’ Just a long road lit and a cold heart burnin’ When the night wants blood, I give it purpose Blacktop sermon Blacktop Blacktop Sermon
Lyrics
Yeah Mm Roll it Sunset stain on the side of the road Dust in the denim, fire in the throat Brake-light red in a puddle of oil Boots hit gravel, I was born for the boil Chrome hum, low drum, heat on the stripe line Lean smoke, slow joke, venom in the punchline No clean hands, no saint in the mirror I talk like thunder when the silence gets clearer Heads turn slow When I come through No pulpit wood Just a hard truth— Blacktop sermon Blacktop sermon I preach with a growl and a tire-burn turnin’ Blacktop sermon No white flag waving, no soft word learnin’ Just a long road lit and a cold heart burnin’ When the night wants blood, I give it purpose Blacktop sermon Road flare blink and the ditch grass shiver Bad moon grin by the culvert river Sweat on the collar, grit in the grin I don’t knock twice, I just walk on in Gravel grind, hard line, weight in the boot heel Hot wire, backfire, truth that the bruise feels Half scar, half star, none of it borrowed I got a voice like a debt comin’ due tomorrow Wind cuts wide I don’t flinch Whole world loud I just cinch— Blacktop sermon Blacktop sermon I preach with a growl and a tire-burn turnin’ Blacktop sermon No white flag waving, no soft word learnin’ Just a long road lit and a cold heart burnin’ When the night wants blood, I give it purpose Blacktop sermon No chapel bell No holy light Just an engine coolin’ In the middle of the night One breath One stare One match in the breeze Whole sky bent low Like it answered to me Blacktop sermon Blacktop sermon I preach with a growl and a tire-burn turnin’ Blacktop sermon No white flag waving, no soft word learnin’ Just a long road lit and a cold heart burnin’ When the night wants blood, I give it purpose Blacktop sermon Blacktop Blacktop Sermon