Believer

Dipped In Bleach

Take Yer Meds

Man Of The North

Voices

Trouble

Weekend Religion

Front Porch Famous

The Best Of Creed

One Last Breath (Remastered 2025)

Graveyard Train

Lyrics:

Pedal down...the highway screams,
Chrome reflections, gasoline dreams.
Thunder rolling underneath my seat,
Heartbeat racing with the engine’s beat.
Leather jacket flapping in the night,
Every red light dares me to fight.
Steel-toe boots, and a rebel’s grin,
Kicking up dust where the night begins.

Speeding hearts, can’t slow down,
Chasin’ sparks through every town.

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding this track.
Burning fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

Blacktop’s humming, wheels won’t lie,
Dust cloud’s rising, kiss the sky.
Headlights cut through the midnight haze,
Chasing glory in a rockabilly craze.
Neon diners and a broken sign,
Every mile marker’s saying’ “you’re mine.”
Cigarette smoke, and a jukebox tune,
Dancing’ with danger ‘neath a blood-red moon.

Speeding hearts, can’t slow down,
Chasing sparks through every town.

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding’ this track.
Burning’ fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

Tailpipe roaring, moonlight glow,
Burning’ rubber where the outlaws go.
Every curve’s a promise, sharp and mean,
Engine crying like a wild machine.
One more race till the break of dawn,
I’ll ride this devil till the brakes are gone.
Sirens wail but they fade behind,
Freedom’s mine on this razor line.

Speeding’ hearts, can’t slow down,
Chasin’ sparks through every town.

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding’ this track.
Burning fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding’ this track.
Burning fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

Pedal to the Devil

BOOKLET: https://eklektikaberlin.com/files/1377739/five-the-fifth-season-booklet.pdf

CHAPTER 5 - SUMMER
“Cooling Centers” is a visceral portrait of climate-driven catastrophe, where extreme heat turns the city into a lethal furnace and survival depends on scarce, guarded refuges of cold air.  The song’s searing imagery—streets “bleeding sunlight,” glass melting, sirens strangled by static—conveys both the physical brutality of a heatwave and the social breakdown it triggers: rationed water, collapsed power grids, and locked doors at the very shelters meant to save lives.  Beneath the urgent plea to “keep your gates wide” runs a raw desperation to protect a child, making the chorus a cry of both parental love and political indictment.  It is a stark warning that in a warming world, compassion and access to life-saving resources may become the final measure of humanity.

COOLING CENTERS (FIVE 5.1)

Trouble

Liam St. John