Yellow paint on the hot concrete
Mirage dancing on every street
Meter clicking a steady sound
Heavy wheels on the baked out ground
Shimmering waves on the boulevard
Driving this line and I'm pushing hard
Choppers circling the tower height
Burning gold in the midday light
Fare is cheap but the air is thick
City pulse like a ticking tick
Glass and chrome in a blinding glare
Salty wind in the stagnant air
Shimmering waves on the boulevard
Driving this line and I'm pushing hard
Choppers circling the tower height
Burning gold in the midday light
Old man knows where the alleys bend
Every road has a bitter end
Watch the sky for the spinning blade
Looking for a little bit of shade
Shimmering waves on the boulevard
Driving this line and I'm pushing hard
Choppers circling the tower height
Burning gold in the midday light
Stop the car and just hold your breath
Static humming a song of death
Silver towers and a velvet sky
Watch the summer just pass us by
Shift the gear and I take the turn
Feel the asphalt begin to burn
One more trip to the downtown core
I can't take this heat anymore
Shimmering waves on the boulevard
Driving this line and I'm pushing hard
Choppers circling the tower height
Burning gold in the midday light
Ride the heat, feel the beat.
Ride the heat, feel the beat.
Just ride the heat.
