Verse 1 He was born in a cage made of rust and rage, Raised on bloodsport, whiskey, and a steel-toed fate. Leather knuckles, iron jaw, never learned to pray, Just learned to swing first, then walk away. Rode a blacked-out Harley with a death-wish grin, Carried every scar like a map of sin. But she stepped out the shadows with a serpent’s smile, Said, “You look like trouble…I could ride awhile.” Pre-Chorus She had wildfire eyes and a switchblade tongue, A past full of ghosts and a future unsung. He felt something crack in his hollowed-out chest, Didn’t know love, but he knew unrest. Chorus Now they’re burnin’ down highways with the moon as their guide, Two outlaws in leather with a trunk full of fire. He traded cage fights for the gunmetal life, ’Cause the devil rides smoother when you’re ridin’ with your wife. When you’re running~ for your life… Yeah, they’re chrome-blood bonded, never fallin’ apart, Two broken souls with gunpowder hearts. Verse 2 He taught her how to shoot more than fists and bone, How to move in the shadows, how to carve her throne. She taught him how to breathe without rage in his lungs, How to stand tall again when the world comes undone. Now they run black-market thunder through the backwoods towns, Selling steel to the sinners and the worn-down crowds. Every deal is a gamble, every night a new scar, But they’d rather die together than live apart. Pre-Chorus She whispers, “Baby, we ain’t heroes, but we’re free,” He says, “Hell, freedom’s just a bullet with a heartbeat.” And the engines roar louder than the lawman’s cry, Two shadows on the asphalt, kissin’ goodbye. Chorus Now they’re burnin’ down highways with the moon as their guide, Two outlaws in leather with a trunk full of fire. He traded cage fights for the gunmetal life, ’Cause the devil rides smoother when you’re ridin’ with your wife. When you’re running~ for your life… Yeah, they’re chrome-blood bonded, never fallin’ apart, Two broken souls with gunpowder hearts. Bridge If the reaper comes knockin’, they’ll answer as one, Middle fingers raised high to the barrel of his gun. ’Cause love ain’t soft for the damned and the scarred, It’s a war cry screamed from a stolen car. Final Chorus Burnin’ down highways with the moon as their guide, Two outlaws in leather with a trunk full of fire. He traded cage fights for the gunmetal life, ’Cause the devil rides smoother when you’re ridin’ with your wife. When you’re running~ for your life… Yeah, they’re chrome-blood bonded, forged in the dark, Two broken souls with gunpowder hearts.
