[Intro: engine idle, one heartbeat kick] Four hours Ride [Hook: male lead, solo, brass hit on the last line] Somebody's heart in a cooler on my back Four hours on the ice and a hundred miles of black Fog grounded every chopper, so they called a man with no brakes Somebody's heart in a cooler, and I don't do "too late" [Verse 1: straight sixteenths, cocky rasp] Thirty-one, street-raced every bridge in the county by twenty Judge took my license in a courtroom cold and half empty Called me "a danger on the road" over the top of his glasses Six years suspended, so I learned the back roads and the passes Ten forty-two, phone buzzin', coordinator on the line "Fog's on the coast, every bird is on the ground, we're out of time" "Can you do it in four?" Lady, open the bay I can do it in three if the deer stay out the way [Flow switch: double-time as he drops it into gear] Strap the cooler to the rack with a ratchet and a prayer, tap the lid and tell whoever's in it, "Hold on, I'm there" Out the bay into the fog and it's eatin' every headlight, I'm ridin' off of memory, I crashed on every curve at least one night [Gear Two: engine roars, breakbeat doubles, brass blasts] [Hook] Somebody's heart in a cooler on my back Four hours on the ice and a hundred miles of black Fog grounded every chopper, so they called a man with no brakes Somebody's heart in a cooler, and I don't do "too late" [Verse 2: faster, the gas stop] Mile sixty, gas stop, peel the lid to check the ice There's a name on the manifest. I read that name twice Same loop in the letters as the paper with my sentence Same man called me danger, now he's waitin' on my entrance Your honor's on the fourth floor with his chest wide open Waitin' on the danger on the road, and the danger's still smokin' Could leave it at the pump. Could roll in an hour late Could ride the speed limit like he told me, nice and straight [Flow switch: triple-time, flat on the tank] Nah, I'm flat on the tank with the rain on the visor and the needle gettin' wider, every marker is a blur and every mile is a liar Past the quarry and the church and the bridge where I flipped it at twenty, and I'm laughin' at the river I ain't savin' you 'cause I like you, judge, I'm savin' you 'cause fuck you, live Wake up every mornin' owin' every beat to the danger you couldn't forgive [Gear Three: drums cut to engine and heartbeat kick, then slam back] Bridge closed Detour's twenty Rail line's four Rail line [Verse 3: downshift to heavy half-time] Bay doors, four-oh-nine, with eleven minutes to spare Nurses grab the cooler and the surgeon's cussin' at the air Lady with a clipboard askin' what name to put on the form I said, "Danger. On the road." And I rode back in the storm Somethin' new is beatin' in an old man's chest Every beat of it is mine. He can keep the rest [Final Hook: brass wide, heartbeat kick locks to the drums] Somebody's heart in his chest, and it's beatin' on time Three hours forty-nine on the ice, every minute was mine Fog grounded every chopper, so they called a man with no brakes Somebody's heart in his chest, 'cause I don't do "too late" [Outro: monitor beeps in time with the kick, engine starts] Get well, your honor Drive safe? Nah
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