Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Dusty Eddy, dead behind the eyes,
got a helmet made of soup cans and crushed flies.
He don’t talk much, just revs and twitches,
rides his Dacia through ash and ditches.
No gears left, clutch is cooked,
windshield’s cracked, the wipers shook.
No plan, no map, just speed and spit –
Eddy’s brain? A scrapyard pit.
(Chorus)
He’s Dusty Eddy, king of none,
autistic throttle, barrel of fun.
Brain fried like old car grease,
he drives for war, not for peace.
Dacia screams like hell's own choir,
on bald-ass tires and pure desire.
You're in his path? You're already dead –
Eddy don’t break, he drives through heads.
(Verse 2)
Ate a wasp once, thought it was food,
drinks coolant like a fucking dude.
Sleeps with rats, trades farts for gold,
his eyes say nothing, his foot says "bold".
Duct tape seatbelt, toothpick knife,
thinks turn signals cost him life.
No bullets, no thoughts, just gasoline dreams –
he hears colors and he eats screams.
(Chorus)
He’s Dusty Eddy, chaos-fueled,
the Dacia shakes but never’s ruled.
Steel in his grip, bugs in his teeth,
he’ll run you down and fart beneath.
Fuel tank’s leaking, he don’t care,
he’s fighting ghosts and chewing air.
You say “this world is lost”?
He says, “Good. Now it’s fair.”
(Bridge – slow, creepy, echoing)
Some say he once loved… a carburetor.
Some say he’s made of rust and taters.
Others say he’s just…
still driving.
Still twitching.
Still… laughing.
(Final Chorus – everything breaks)
Dusty Eddy, Lord of the Shit,
helmet on fire, brain’s a misfit.
Mad Max? Weak.
Eddy? Peak.
He’ll duct-tape God and steal his seat,
then crash into the moon with rotten meat.
He’s legend, he’s myth, he’s a bug-eyed curse –
and his fucking Dacia only goes in reverse.
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