Black skin stitched in a tight row
Left on a wet concrete floor
Watching the heavy oil flow
Outside a rusted steel door
Cigarette ash on the street
Cold wind is cutting the air
Hearing the heavy boot beat
People with nowhere to fare
Oh leather and chrome in the rain
Slipping through oil and the stain
Hold on to the grip of the wheel
Turning the world into steel
Yellow headlights cut through the haze
Slicing the midnight in two
Lost in a holographic maze
Looking for something brand new
Oh leather and chrome in the rain
Slipping through oil and the stain
Hold on to the grip of the wheel
Turning the world into steel
Tear through the grime of the city
Rip through the smog and the heat
No one is looking for pity
Down on a dead ended street
Fingerprints etched in the hide
Scent of a burnt out machine
Nowhere for losers to hide
Caught in a digital screen
One last spark in the dark wire
Screaming a song for the lost
Feeding a desperate fire
Counting the heavy gold cost
Oh leather and chrome in the rain
Slipping through oil and the stain
Hold on to the grip of the wheel
Turning the world into steel
Turning the world into steel
Just a grip on the wheel
