The time has come. . Certain death, one last breath. It's taking you so suddenly. Wise is that, believe me. 'Cause soon in vain, will out your company.
Oh, oh, oh, oh. . I've been shot right out the sky. Navigating miles high. I'm just a ray of sound, yeah, look what I found. On my brand new journey into sound.
Brutal, beautiful. Strung out, hung out. Screaming sirens, scryscraper coffins. Shambolic, chaotic. Computer boffins. . Strip-tease, traffic lights. Cut throat beer fights.
Never ride the lonely road, above all, at sundown. For dusk is when the little men melt into the mountains. Melt into the mountains. Melt into the mountains.