[Verse] Crunch of rubber on the cracked blacktop, Leather jackets, fists that never stop. Skull tattoos, but hearts soft as fries, Neon sparks lit in their tired eyes. [Pre-Chorus] You think we’re trouble? Yeah, you’re kinda right, But we share our fries under streetlamp light. [Chorus] Pass the salt, pass the ketchup, pass the night, We’re the restless kings in a losing fight. Grimy hands, little laughs, open skies, Biker gang, neighborhood kids, and shared fries. [Verse] Rusty chains clink, engines roar in sync, But it’s the small things that make you think. Corners hush when the gang rides near, But those little hands grab fries without fear. [Pre-Chorus] Cracks in the pavement, cracks in our hearts, But we’re feeding dreams while the city falls apart. [Chorus] Pass the salt, pass the ketchup, pass the night, We’re the restless kings in a losing fight. Grimy hands, little laughs, open skies, Biker gang, neighborhood kids, and shared fries. [Bridge] Hey kid, don’t mind the scars, Every scratch tells a story of who we are. Grease-stained smiles, razor-sharp disguise, In this wild world, it’s the fries that surprise. [Chorus] Pass the salt, pass the ketchup, pass the night, We’re the restless kings in a losing fight. Grimy hands, little laughs, open skies, Biker gang, neighborhood kids, and shared fries. [Outro] So throw your fist up, break your ties, Life’s bitter sweet, just like these fries. Restless hearts in the neon light, We’re the shadows feeding the night.