screaming motors that call you
like every rebel you've walked up to
and if the cloud is dust
you'll like the weather
and you're fine

black ice stole away your tire grip
it was the saddest part of the trip
and with the scene corroded
your mind is gone
and i'm passing you

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Slaughter on Sunset Strip song meanings
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