The Rally Boys

Old chrome stars in prison bars
Learners, burners, daylight returners
They won’t play, no love inside
Dynamite blows, switch on the radar
Made once for the machine, that’s what she eats
That’s what she feeds
Good fortune if you can
Hey hey, the rally boys
Good fortune and luck
You won’t catch the rally boys
Good fortune if you can
Hey hey, the rally boys
Good fortune and luck
You won’t catch the rally boys
The cyclone alley boys
The grand finale boys