Old No 7.034
"Who do you carry the torch for, my young man? Do you believe in anything? Do you carry it around just to burn things down? Meet me tonight on the turnpike, my darling cause we believe in everything If we sweat all these debts then we're sure to drown So we strap ourselves up to this engine now with our God that's we've found, laying under the backseat" - Brand New
