Leaving or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread First in the line of fire, first into hostile land They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division) Tanks leading the way, leading the way Thus earning their name, earning the

I'm her getaway driver Her getaway driver So I keep the engine running She'll be my gasoline She treats my heart like a stolen car All the while she had the keys Standing in the line of fire When she's feeling reckless Tangled in her messes

My heart retires far early Away these foreign lands She's a gentle bell, she's a cat eye A gold breath on a wire A sing soft sail in the other room A red hot cleansing fire My cold feet warm in a straight line Dancing Spanish Hands She's a yellow girl,

It's calling me back to my home Home it's what I long for I can't keep away from her touch Shine-lake of fire Lines take me higher My mind drips desire Confined and overtired Living this charade Is getting me nowhere

Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies Straight in a straight line You can't get here fast enough Find a truck and fire it up Lean on the gas and off the clutch Leave Dallas in the dust I need you in a rush So baby run

It's calling me back to my home HomeIt's what I long for I can't keep away from her touch The Sleeper: Shine- lake of fire Lines take me higher My mind drips desire Confined and overtired Living this charade

On my way at last The caravan thunders onward I can't stop thinking big In a world lit only by fire Long train of flares under piercing stars I stand watching the steamliners roll by To the distant dream of the city The caravan carries me onward On a

The beating of a million drums The fire of a million guns The mother of a million sons Civilization Stand in line as we march to the drums of the east Paralyzed and possessed by crusaders deceased Lost to the sirens that call from the turbulent tide

I'm a hard, hard workin man I got it all on the line For a peace of the promised land I'm burnin' my candle at both ends 'Bout the only way to keep the fire goin' Is to outrun the wind I'm a hard workin' man I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope,

We had a bottle of silver And a bottle of sapphire An Indian blanket And a beachfront bonfire We watched the moon We hit that liquor store By the county line Whipped out a fake ID I got from a friend of mine