Serves The South Lyrics

Wake up and hear the call of trains. Can't get these tracks out of my brain. From boxcars to gondolas it doesn't matter as long as it's rollin'.

Stack up the numbers.
Got more than a rep to keep up.

Regulate the spots.
Keep the toys the fuck out.

Got the spot straight and a plan in the head. Extended flat cars feel like heaven but I ain't fucking dead. Gonna do our thing and get the fuck out. That's the life of a vandal and the way of the south.

That's the life of a vandal

(Thanks to Poop Balls for these lyrics)