Cyclone by Steel and Smoke
inspired by a 1968 Mercury Cyclone with a 351 Windsor
Tracklist
| 1. | Cyclone | 3:01 |
Lyrics
Heartbeat climbs, four barrels wide,
Fiberglass fury, I let her decide.
Rearview rattles, tires hum low,
Shifting through towns where no one goes.
Steel-belted grip, white-letter pride,
Built to run, not just to ride.
No frills, no lies, no touchscreen games,
Just oil, gears, and fire in her name.
Cyclone—tearin’ down the line,
Shakes my soul like a landmine.
’68 Mercury, feel that sting,
Windsor power—hear that engine sing.
Cyclone—blowin’ through my veins,
Old-school fury, never gonna change
Bucket’s cracked, vinyl worn thin,
AM buzzin’, let the story begin.
No name-runner, just street-earned fame,
They saw the taillights, never caught the name.
Poured in sweat, painted in rust,
That Windsor roars with every thrust.
No plastic clone, no dealer disguise,
She’s the truth in a world of lies.
Cyclone—tearin’ down the line,
Shakes my soul like a landmine.
’68 Mercury, feel that sting,
Windsor power—hear that engine sing.
Cyclone—blowin’ through my veins,
Old-school fury, never gonna change.
Every curve remembers me,
Burnt black stripes in history.
Not just a car—it’s a fight, it’s a flame,
Built for the ones who never play tame.
Cyclone—screamin’ through the rain,
Carved my name in the fast lane.
’68 Mercury, one last run,
Still outruns what the world’s become.
Cyclone—blowin’ through my veins,
Never tamed, never the same.
