Credits for Nothing

Verse 1 I fire up the Hornet, kick the power on, Black paint peeling, but the guns still strong. Corporates counting credits in a tower high, Me and the ranch crew living just to fly. Got Posty on the trigger, always hungry for the loot, Cale in the dogfight, welding sparks on his suit. They sit in their offices, sipping that gin, We’re out here in the black just scraping to win. Chorus We get credits for nothing, But freedom ain't free. Riding that neon, Out in deep space with me. Verse 2 Respawn Rancher, got a drawl in his tone, Smokes out the cockpit, calls Pyro his home. DonRon in his pink suit, laughs like he's insane, Jace’s wrench in hand — it’s all part of the game. The Navy had their contracts, the Corps had their deals, But the blood in the cargo bay is realer than steel. You want easy living, better buy your way through, But you’ll never taste fire like the ranch hands do. Chorus We get credits for nothing, But freedom ain't free. Outlaws in the shadows, Riding stars endlessly. Bridge (talk-sing, half-muttered, like Knopfler style) Yeah, the suits got their fleets, With their clean white sleeves… But they never spill blood In the Stanton streets. We’re burning through Pyro, We’re cutting that line, It ain’t about fortune — It’s about buying time. Final Chorus Credits for nothing, Just scraps in the void. Ranch crew forever, Corporate dreams destroyed. We get credits for nothing, But freedom ain't free. Riding that neon, Outlaws for eternity.