Rusted out engines are screamin' through the night,

Burnin' the rubber, lookin' for a wicked fight.

Drinkin' the lightnin', flashin' cold and blue,

Shakin' the shack while the world is through.

Kickin' the status, yeah, a wilder plan,

To all the outcasts in the land.

Howlin' at shadows in the dirty neon gloom,

And the bass is thumpin' like a thunder doom.

Zip-zap-a-rattle, shimmy-shak-a-low,

Boom-shacka-lacka, dig-it-high-and-low.

We'll blast the squares who hate the sound,

And shake the ruins to the ground.

For those in the mud who want to be free,

We'll burn the map and throw away the key.

Electric voodoo is flowin' through the wire,

Settin' the gutter on a holy fire.

Jumpin' the circuit, jumpin' real high,

Watchin' the satellites in the charcoal sky.

Grabbin' the rhythm, yeah, a frantic beat,

To every basement on a dead-end street.

Static and visions, and the hollow man's grin,

And the engine is purrin' like an original sin.

Bop-top-a-riddle, skibby-wa-wa-zoot,

Razzle-dazzle-rocker in a greasy suit.

We'll blast the squares who hate the sound,

And shake the ruins to the ground.

For those in the mud who want to be free,

We'll burn the map and throw away the key.

Midnight shakers are rollin' through the gate,

Dodgin' the sirens and the hand of fate.

Kickin' the bucket, kickin' it hard,

Dancin' like crazy in the graveyard yard.

Fixin' the needle, yeah, a sharp new groove,

To get the ghosts and the zombies to move.

Lipstick and chrome, and the switchblade's light,

And the guitar is screamin' in the heart of the night.

Diggy-daggy-doo-wop, zippity-bam-boom,

Rattle-shake-a-hustle in the smokey room.

We'll blast the squares who hate the sound,

And shake the ruins to the ground.

For those in the mud who want to be free,

We'll burn the map and throw away the key.