Well I won't be caught living in a dead end job While praying to my government guns and gods Now it's us against them We're here to represent To spit right in the face of the establishment. And now I don't believe (ain't got no faith in nothing) Stand on

There ain't gonna be heroes There ain't gonna be anything Here it comes, here comes the night Feelin' like it's all over, feelin' like there's no love Feelin' like it's not easy, breathin' life in the dust On a countdown to zero take a ride on the

The hero of the gods The crossing of the threshold The belly of the wale Refusal of return Hollow eyes Dry pale legs Through fields and graves Language of the signs

Here it comes, here comes the night Here it comes, hell in the night We're fightin' for the gods of war but what the hell we fightin' for? There ain't gonna be heroes Oh, here it comes, here comes the night That's right We're fightin' with the gods of