At dawn's first light Run for your lives Under attack, no turning back No shelter inside You cannot run Nowhere to hide Slaughter's begun Nowhere to hid Slashing, killing

Click clack, reload Click clack, unload No sudden movements, no sudden moves Right between your eyes, nowhere to hide Life ain't on your side, you're out of time I dare not say what I want to say I dare not say what's inside of me Live your life like

Dear, oh dear, what a sorry state we're in. This time there's nowhere to hide. We're facing the firing squad side by side. 1986. This is full relapse. They said the ocean's on fire. Say it isn't true. Say it isn't true. The truth never hurt so much. Can

You choose your path. Don't shift the blame. You ran your course. You lost sight of your aim. Wrong choices linger, Like scars remain Long after the bleeding stops. There's nowhere left to hide from the shame. Never again.

Falling from high places, falling through lost spaces Now that we're lonely, now that there's nowhere to go We lost faith, in the arms of love Where you been hiding lately Where you been hiding from the news? Because we've been fighting lately We've been

I've been sailin' 'cross the ocean With the devil by my side I've been flyin 'cross the great But there's nowhere to hide I've been standin' by the crossroads I've been lookin' for a clue I've been prayin' for the

Seal my heart and break my pride I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide Align my heart, my body, my mind To face what I've done and do my time The young man stands on the edge of his porch The days were short and the father was gone There was no

And there's nowhere to hide You run to the back and you cover your ears In your darkest hour We will never, never know And in your life, there comes the darkness This spacecraft blocking out the sky But it's the loudest sound you've ever heard Now we're

Los Angelenos All come from somewhere Making up for all the time gone by Hiding up in the mountains Laying low in the canyons Goin' nowhere on the streets Makin' love with the natives In their Hollywood places To live in sunshine

Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon And hang 'em high He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead