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📅 Year Created: 2025
ℹ️ Song is About: Running Hard Grunge song about Highway 401 the busiest highway in North America
LYRICS:
[Heavy Riff Intro: Distorted guitars, pounding drums]
[Verse 1]
18 lanes across the land,
North America's wildest demand.
From Pickering to Dixie Road's end,
Traffic chaos, can't pretend.
[Pre-Chorus]
Engines roar, the struggle's real,
Metal beasts on wheels of steel.
[Chorus]
On Highway 401, we ride,
Rushing through the concrete tide.
Don Valley Parkway's call,
Endless flow, win or fall.
[Verse 2]
Morning rush, a hectic scene,
Two to seven, time's mean machine.
Stuck in gridlock, nerves on high,
Underneath this vivid sky.
[Pre-Chorus]
Bumper to bumper, faces worn,
Adrenaline dances from dusk 'til dawn.
[Chorus]
On Highway 401, we ride,
Rushing through the concrete tide.
Don Valley Parkway's call,
Endless flow, win or fall.
[Guitar Solo: Frenzied notes wail, echoing chaos]
[Breakdown: Drums crash, rhythm unleashed]
Concrete river, can't escape,
Speeding through this twisted tape.
[Verse 3]
Collisions under urban glow,
Risk and safety, crash and flow.
Pickering's haunt, where shadows wait,
A dance with fate, we accelerate.
[Final Chorus]
On Highway 401, we ride,
Rushing through the concrete tide.
Don Valley Parkway's call,
Endless flow, win or fall.
[Outro Solo: Wailing guitars fade into silence]
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