Cold night, warm engine, red line underneath,
Trouble talk sweet with sparks in my teeth.

Black leather weather, rain on the hood,
Bad idea shine, and it still look good.
Low-beam prayer in a backroad grin,
I don’t chase clean — I let the dirt pull me in.
Steel-toe step with a switchblade sway,
I got smoke in my laugh and a night-drive gaze.
Quick hands, slick plans, boots on the gas,
I been known to make a wrong turn look built to last.

Don’t pull me back, I like the edge like that.
Don’t cool me down, I light up where I’m at.
One more mile, one more sin, one more second — let it hit.

Sparks in my teeth, sparks in my teeth,
I smile like a warning when the dark wants me.
Sparks in my teeth, sparks in my teeth,
Kiss the night back hard — let it bite on me.

Chrome-blood rhythm and a bone-deep buzz,
Whole lotta heat in the shape I was.
Loose screw halo, wired-up nerve,
I take my chances fast and I make ‘em swerve.
No clean sermon, no safe excuse,
Just a hard-cut heart with nothing to lose.
Lean in close — hear the static sing,
I got a live coal soul and a bad right hook on spring.

Don’t pull me back, I like the edge like that.
Don’t cool me down, I light up where I’m at.
One more mile, one more sin, one more second — let it hit.

Sparks in my teeth, sparks in my teeth,
I smile like a warning when the dark wants me.
Sparks in my teeth, sparks in my teeth,
Kiss the night back hard — let it bite on me.

Let the tires hiss, let the guardrail gleam,
I been half-made man, half machine.
Short fuse mercy, hard luck shine,
I wear my danger plain — I don’t dress it up divine.
So if the red light swings — swing with it.
If the whole sky cracks — grin through it.

Sparks in my teeth, sparks in my teeth,
I smile like a warning when the dark wants me.
Sparks in my teeth, sparks in my teeth,
Kiss the night back hard — let it bite on me.
Sparks in my teeth, sparks in my teeth,
Got a little more fire than this roadline needs.
Sparks in my teeth, sparks in my teeth,
I don’t hide my heat — I let the whole world see.

Cold night, warm engine, red line underneath...
Trouble talk sweet — and it sounds like me.