Ride with the steel and the power of the sword Stand up and fight now and forevermore Rise through the night sky with daylight's desire To be free there must be black fire We come from Over the dark horizon sky With twisted tales of sacrifice To imagine

Before the night begins I'm in my black Benz Doin' cocaine with my black friends Uh, we'll be high as hell before the night ends, yeah Oh, we'll be high before the night ends Before the night ends Switch up to the white Benz Doin’ Codeine with my white

Anything goes The world has gone mad today And good’s bad today And day’s night today And black’s white today And most guys today that women prize today Are just silly gigolos In olden days a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking

The Hell Patrol Like wild fire Comes roaring Mad whirlwind Burning the road Black thunder White lightning Speed demons cry Night riders

Once I desire, eternity has come Pull back, the tale is black, all we have to die You say so, I am invading vision, satisfy Once I look back, so miracle On a crib with the night Sensation, call me to die Look down, we have to sow and all waits to say go

London's burning with boredom now London's burning dial nine-nine-nine-nine-nine London's burning All across the town, all across the night Everybody's driving with full headlights Black or white, you turn it on, you face the new religion Everybody's

Restless nights To take the one and only road I know Another place to bare my heart and soul Blackout in London Big time in Paris Hot shot in Dallas

I'm sipping pink, Lucozade We're blazing on that new found haze I'm seeing in the blacks and grays, I'm Hoping that the basket sways Left to right Sit and talk shit all night Does that make it right for so Maybe, or am I just seeing shit? Seeing the pain

We come from nothing and we're nothing when we die We are all just moments in time We are all just an instant in time We are moments in time No reason to repent No one will answer my prayers And in the black of night I call and no one's there A lack of

Black tears, rolling down, From the eyes of an angel in a sinner's town, She puts on her work clothes, fishnet pantyhose, She's got a nickname everybody knows at the gentlemen's club She clocks in at midnight, even though it never feels right, Makes her