Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love

Proud and so glorious, standing before of us Our swords will shine bright in the sky When united we come to the land of the sun With the heart of a dragon we ride Through the valley we ride, full of glory we soar Where the fights will be raging, for now

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love

You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life ain't fun, when you're on the run Got your gold and you got your gun The life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride till there ain't no place to

Let's take another crazy trip around the sun Rockin' this big old rock just tryn'a have fun So let's drink another beer, here's to another year, It's a hang on kinda ride, whispin' in through space and time, Well they say the sea is rising, well that's

Vanishes in thin air The vanity of slaves Who wants to be there? To sweep the debris To harness dead horses To ride in the sun A life of confessions Written in the dust Lazy flies all hovering above The magistrate he puts on his gloves

Gonna hitch a ride Head for the other side Leave it all behind Never change my mind Gonna sail away Sun lights another day Freedom on my mind Carry me away for the last time Day is night in New York City

When it's time to run Just like them horses If you love me, don't you be afraid To look in my eyes and open up the gate Then watch me ride beneath a newborn sun She held him close, then she kissed his face He said it just has to be this way Yours is the

(Whoa, whoa) (Here we come!) When the sun goes down, we're the small town smokin' gun Gonna ride back roads til' their ain't no road to run Gonna tip 'em back and drink 'em dry Leave it all out on the field tonight We ain't gonna stop, ready or not

Shine glorious we ride, we stare into the blackened sky, Save the last command, the virtue blinding, So far beyond the sun, still blinded with the fire inside, Once alone again, silence stands for our last journey home. Strangers to reason, our bleeding