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

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

But tonight I'm gonna give in one last time Rock you strong in these arms of mine Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow We're like fire and gasoline We only bring each other tears and sorrow I'm gonna let you go and walk away Like every day I

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

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke

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

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

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