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

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

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

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

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

See the white in their eyes Caroleans are marching on Into battle facing the fire Lord thy will be done Into battle walk in a line Put their lives in God's hand for their kingdom and fatherland In the name of Christ their enemies chastise Fader vår som

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

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

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,