Driving in the coolest car
With your brother at your side
Ready to fight the good fight
And take the demons down for a ride
With the window down
The cool breeze in your hair
‘Warm smell of colitas,
Rising up through the air’
The hunters and the demons
Waiting for the guitar to explode
The sound of the mullet rock
The anthem of the back road
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