440 ROAR from MUSCLE by Steel and Smoke

Steel blood, backstreet chrome

Gravel kicks up on the way back home

Flat black hood, high-rise growl

Three deuces breathin’ deep and foul



’69 Road Runner, built to defy

Woke up Detroit with a warbird cry

Four-speed rips through a broken town

Built for the edge, never meant to back down


440 roar, foot to the floor

Six pack screamin’ like it’s ready for war

Steel don’t lie, and chrome won’t save

This Mopar soul don’t know how to behave

One red light, and I’m already gone—

Road Runner’s runnin’ ’til the break of dawn


No chrome princess, no showroom shine

Just busted knuckles and borrowed time

Bench seat rattle, cracked dash grin

You don’t steer this beast—you give in


Shakes like a fist, sounds like a dare

One foot in, man, you’re already there

Kickin’ back dirt like a factory ghost

Straight-piped faith and the thing I trust most


440 roar, foot to the floor

Six pack screamin’ like it’s ready for war

Steel don’t lie, and chrome won’t save

This Mopar soul don’t know how to behave

One red light, and I’m already gone—

Road Runner’s runnin’ ’til the break of dawn


Redline’s truth, it don’t stall

No nav screen, no safety call

It’s you, the clutch, and a crooked smile

Put up or shut up—quarter mile


440 roar, foot to the floor

Six pack screamin’ like it’s ready for war

Steel don’t lie, and chrome won’t save

This Mopar soul don’t know how to behave

One red light, and I’m already gone—

Road Runner’s runnin’ ’til the break of dawn

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