I'm gonna be with you And I don't care what they say I wanna be with you And I don't care what they do And no one knows 'Cause you'll never know what its like to walk in our shoes And no one know, the things we've been through Can never measure up to

Leather rebel Hero of the night Blood and thunder Rushing through me Till the dawn of light The sky is turning red Like a renegade All alone I walk through fire Till I crash and blaze

The city's acting out another play for me And I think I will stay in my drunken haze I watch the show for free, I watch the show for free And I'll carry on moving through London town Yeah, I'll carry on moving through London town, yeah And I walk around

Better run through the jungle Whoa don't look back to see Whoa thought it was a nightmare Lord it was so true They told me don't go walking slow The devil's on the loose Thought I heard a rumblin' Calling to my name Two hundred million guns are loaded

I know all about the honor of god, I've got bases to cover Melody walks through the door And memory flies out the window And nobody knows what they want 'til they finally let it all go Six o'clock on a Christmas morning, And for what?

Walk on, walk on With hope in your hearts And you'll never walk alone You'll never walk alone When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high And don't be afraid of the dark At the end of the storm, there's a golden sky And the sweet, silver song

You're my soul and my heart's inspiration You're all I've got to get me by Baby, you're my soul and my heart's inspiration Girl, I can't let you do this Let you walk away Girl, how can I live through this When you're all I wake up for each day? Without

Living on love Living on love, buying on time Without somebody nothing ain't worth a dime It's like that old fashioned storybook rhyme It sounds simple that's what you're thinking Love can walk through fire without blinking It doesn't take much, when you

This old routine will drive you mad It's just a mumble never spoken out loud So you come on home, walk through the door. She's in the kitchen searching through the drawers. So you stop and watch her and ask what she's looking for. She says she's not

We walk through war in the halls Of dead protocols We came so close, demands were met That's when the rug was ripped out from under our feet A vicious crime, cold betrayal and deceit. Then reality hits you like a stab in the back Like a slap in the face,