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It’s two minutes past the midnight hour on a cold, dark winter’s night

Feeling the roar of thunder from a storm that’s on the rise

Behind the wheel you’re driving you hear a faint and familiar sound

So reach down for that radio knob - and turn it once around

You, you live for this music from the cradle to the grave

The music we sing is its own religion but no one here gets saved

Now you’re starting to lose control, like a puppet on a string

The music rolls right down to your soul as your ears begin to ring

It’s a sonic decapitation coming at you at breakneck speed

It will knock you off the ground and bring you straight down to your knees

Flying down the road by the light of the moon as the night removes the day

Singing around to that old school sound as you hear the voices say

“Like lightning through the darkness, the spirit fills you up inside”

You clutch the wheel, hit the gas, get ready to hold on tight