[Intro — starter motor, engine coughs alive] Male Radio DJ: “It's 2:13 in the morning, sinners. If you're still on the highway…” “…you've already gone too far.” [ENGINE REVS] Female — distant whisper: Drive… Male: Gladly. [RIFF] Verse 1 Male — snarled Chrome skull shining on the dashboard light, Blacktop fever gonna eat tonight. Four-barrel thunder and a tank full of sin, Kick that bastard over—let the nightmare begin! Whitewall ghosts on a dead-end road, Got a trunk full of nothing and a heart overload. Graveyard radio screaming my name— Female: Faster… Male: Baby, I'm already burning the frame! Pre-Chorus Male: No destination! No goddamn map! Got the devil riding shotgun And death taking a nap! Female — whisper: Wake him. Male: Nah. Let him sleep. [drum fill] Chorus Male + Crowd: CHROME COFFIN CADILLAC! BLACK HEART! MOTOR ATTACK! CHROME COFFIN CADILLAC! BURN THAT ROAD AND DON'T LOOK BACK! Male: Gasoline veins! Piston heart! Turn that key and tear the dark apart! Crowd: HEY! HEY! Male: Got one foot down And the devil on my back— ALL: CHROME! COFFIN! CADILLAC! Verse 2 Male: Saw a preacher standing underneath a neon cross, Selling roadside heaven to the permanently lost. He waved that Bible like a traffic sign— I gave him one finger And crossed the county line. [Female laugh] Black leather seats and a radio glow, Got dead men singing on the stereo. Speedometer shaking past one-oh-five— Female: You feel alive? Male: Woman, I'm working on it. Pre-Chorus Male: Redline rising! Hear that engine pray! Every mile behind me Is another yesterday! No redemption! No turning back! Just three tons of midnight— Male + Crowd: PAINTED BLACK! Chorus Male: CHROME COFFIN CADILLAC! BLACK HEART! MOTOR ATTACK! CHROME COFFIN CADILLAC! BURN THAT ROAD AND DON'T LOOK BACK! Gasoline veins! Piston heart! Turn that key and tear the dark apart! Got one foot down And the devil on my back— ALL: CHROME! COFFIN! CADILLAC! [Horror Break] [music cuts — engine idles] Emergency Robotic Distorted Vocal Broadcast: “Attention motorists. Authorities have received multiple reports of a black vehicle traveling Highway 13. The vehicle has no registered owner…” “…and according to state records, was destroyed in 1973.” [pause] Female: That's interesting. Male: What's interesting? Female: This car is a '73. [ENGINE STOPS] Male: …son of a bitch. [ENGINE ROARS BY ITSELF] Female — laughing: There we go. Breakdown [crushing half-time riff] Male: CRANK! Crowd: IT! Male: KICK! Crowd: IT! Male: BURN THAT MOTOR— ALL: TILL THE DEAD START MOVING! Male: Iron teeth! Chrome spine! Hundred twenty miles across the county line! Black smoke! Red glow! Where we're going— I DON'T NEED TO KNOW! Female — whisper: Faster. Male: AGAIN WITH THE FASTER?! Female: Faster. Male: FINE! [engine scream] Bridge [slow organ, clean guitar] Male — low clean baritone: I buried every version Of the man I used to be. Left their names beside the highway Where nobody could see. Maybe roads don't lead to heaven. Maybe hell ain't underground. Maybe hell is just an engine And you love the way it sounds. [engine rumble] Female: Now you're learning. Male: Turn the key. Final Chorus [full band explosion] Male: CHROME COFFIN CADILLAC! HELLFIRE MOTOR ATTACK! CHROME COFFIN CADILLAC! NO BRAKES AND NO WAY BACK! Crowd: HEY! HEY! HEY! Male: Gasoline veins! Piston heart! Light that highway—tear the night apart! No saints! No fate! Just an engine painted black! ALL: CHROME! COFFIN! CADILLAC! Male: ONE MORE MILE! Crowd: CADILLAC! Male: ONE MORE NIGHT! Crowd: CADILLAC! Male: ONE MORE RIDE BEFORE WE DIE! ALL: CHROME COFFIN CADILLAC! Outro [engine cruising, distant radio] Radio DJ: “And for anyone still listening… Highway 13 officially ends six miles behind you.” [pause] Male: Then what the hell are we driving on? Female — whisper: Does it matter? [engine accelerates] Male: Not anymore. [radio static] Radio DJ: “Good answer.” [ENGINE ROARS INTO THE DISTANCE] — KEEP DRIVING —
