Throttlecock - Wasted Theory

Riff Raff, Sin City

Looking high, feeling shitty

High Voltage, damnation

I got a filthy fucking reputation

Crank the highs now, feel the lows

Turn it up till the speaker explodes

Lay it down now, the bottom line

We’re gonna have a fucking hell of a time!

Fire up the night

Come on, let’s ride

Fire up the night

Alright

Get it hot now, let’s hit the road

You bring the weed, yea anything goes

We’re drinking whiskey, on the rocks

Pull the shades down, and switch the locks

Don’t stop now, come and get it

Burnin' rubber yea, we’re X-ratd

Show no mercy, no self control

All we need is fucking rock and roll

Fir up the night

Come on, let’s ride

Fire up the night

Alright