歌词
[Instrumental]
(Tick-tock, click-clack)
[Verse]
Gears and pistons, (a symphony of steel,)
The Smoke-Eater churns, (turnin' those relentless wheels.)
Across the rust-stained plains, (our caravan rolls on,)
A motley crew of tinkers,( where the outcasts all belong.)
[Distorted Megaphone Solo]
[Verse 2]
The Automaton guards us, (clanking by our side,)
A masterpiece of clockwork, (our protection and our pride.)
Goggles catch the sun glint, (leather creaks and sighs,)
We're scavengers and traders, (danger in our eyes.)
[Chorus]
Grinding gear, grinding hard, (ain't no road too far!)
The world's a wasteland, (but we built ourselves a star.)
Scrap and salvage fuel (our endless chase,)
No looking back,( we own this twisted, metal space!)
[Chorus]
Grinding gear, grinding hard, (ain't no road too far!)
The world's a wasteland, (but we built ourselves a star.)
Scrap and salvage fuel (our endless chase,)
No looking back,( we own this twisted, metal space!)
[Verse 3]
Top hat tilted, monocle gleams,
The Keymaster surveys his world of machines.
Cogs click and turn, steam whispers low,
Secrets unveiled where contraptions grow.
(Tick-tock, click-clack)
[Chorus]
Grinding gear, grinding hard, (ain't no road too far!)
(Ticke-tocke-tack, clickeli-click-clack)
The world's a wasteland, (but we built ourselves a star.)
(Ticke-tocke-tack, clickeli-click-clack)
Scrap and salvage fuel (our endless chase,)
No looking back,( we own this twisted, metal space!)
(Tick-tock, click-clack)
[Verse 3]
Top hat tilted, monocle gleams,
The Keymaster surveys his world of machines.
Cogs click and turn, steam whispers low,
Secrets unveiled where contraptions grow.
(Tick-tock, click-clack)
[Bridge]
Sometimes the wind whispers tales of cities long gone by...
Lost beneath the rust, where forgotten treasures lie.
But we keep on rovin', for that's the only life we know,
The rhythm of the engine, where our restless spirits grow.
(Tick-tock, click-clack)
[Chorus]
Grinding gear, grinding hard, (ain't no road too far!)
(Tick-tock, click-clack)
The world's a wasteland, (but we built ourselves a star.)
(Tick-tock, click-clack)
Scrap and salvage fuel (our endless chase,)
No looking back,( we own this twisted, metal space!)
