We ran across the fields
Admist the roar of engines gunning
Bashing, splashing
In front of headlights in the night

Create our mock religion
With our fight songs and our muskets
With a motto
“If you must do it, do it right”
We would tonight

Happy at the drag strip
In a tortured doom convention
Palomino Road and virgin dairy queens

Checkered flags
And leathered gloves
Transmit your fingers smell of love
But fun never stops at fun factory
Not for me

Lighting avon fire feed the sky
A shrine for the child who had to die
Come see the reflection in our eyes

We had no chains to hold us
Only freedom and our armor
With the lure of the motor
Always there
Loud persistent humming
Like the swift Apache drumming
Beating fury into all the hearts who care

Lighting avon fire feed the sky
A shrine for the child he who must die
Come see the reflection in our eyes

Ride with me this evening
Throw away your blanket of boredom
Let the dogs bark like bugles in your ears

There’s nothing you can lose
From the thrill of breaking through
And the fire of hell will dry up all your tears