Coffin Nails & Gasoline (Alt 1)

Matchstick grin and a tank half-full, Rearview mirror full of trouble. Cigarette hanging off my lip, Ash falling like a sinking ship.

Sheriff lights in the far back lane, But I don’t ease, I don’t change. Speedometer don’t ask why — It just climbs.

You live once. You burn fast. You don’t build for long — You build to last.

Coffin nails and gasoline, Burn it down and leave it mean. I don’t ride for in-between — I ride loud, I ride unseen. If the wheels come off tonight, Let them fly, let them scream. Coffin nails and gasoline.

Whiskey breath and knuckles torn, Sunset red like a warning horn. I don’t pray before the curve — I take what I deserve.

Town signs blur in streaks of light, Moon chasing my tail all night. If I crash, I crash awake — No brake.

You don’t whisper to the storm, You don’t beg the flame. You throw the match And own the name.

Coffin nails and gasoline, Fire runs in my bloodstream. No white fence, no silver dream — Just dust and smoke between. If the engine quits on me, Let it quit in heat. Coffin nails and gasoline — That’s how I leave.

No slow fade. No soft goodbye. If I go — I go high.

Coffin nails and gasoline, Let the sparks fly free. No regrets in the machine, No chains on me. If the road ends suddenly — So be it. Coffin nails and gasoline.

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