Enduro

The Guile of Pricks

It's a deadlier craft, when it's running for days
It can chew up the road, when you get outta the way
You're a trick of the light, there's nothing to fix
When you're driven by astral light and the guile of pricks
The guile of pricks

Beware the heat, tucked in behind the wind
Let that sea of rusted coppertones, wash you ashore again

Can you light it up, can you let it go
Can you let run, can you let it show
Can you answer the call, with each & every mistake
Can you do it for love, do whatever it takes x 4

Let that sea of rusted coppertones, wash you ashore again