Wrench Town Riot

Woo! Neon flickers, bottles clatter. Every outlaw has got a bone

to shatter. Three-star drifters, UC spies. Everyone's lying with truth in their

eyes. But the wrench don't judge, it just drinks you down.

Spits you back out into this rusted-out town. It's a wrench town riot

boots on steel. If you ain't got scars, you ain't real.

Raise your glass, let the engine scream. We're the broken, the bold,

the Gagarin dream. Old machinists swabbin' war zone tales. Young mechanics tuning

busted rails. Someone's dealing cards in the back room smoke. Someone's planning jobs