(J.P. Maunick/R. Bull). . What we got here. Is not a fool's dream. We really feel the need. We've come to ground. Like prisoners on the run. Just minutes away from freedom.
In the crossfire between wrong or right. Caught the fine line between madness and pride. In the darkness when the light begins. . All alone a stand has to be made.
Gunshots fill the air - salute our bliss. Night bursts into flames - greets the final kiss. Death comes without a sound - rings the wedding bell. Target hits the ground - honeymoon in hell.
If ya wanna play, ya better play to win and winners never sleep. Gonna rip this town and lay me down, play my soul to keep. I was born, the sky's were black, and the cats they moaned all night.