Wheels turning, fires burning, get us to that stage Motor running, amps humming, we are fuelled with rage No stopping, jaw dropping, sweating through our jeans Leather, spikes, chains and mics, adrenaline and speed
When the thrill and excitement dies All that's left, determined to survive When the sirens fade, cities ablaze
Beg, steal or borrow just to get up on that stage Beg, steal or borrow, the ringing remains
Five of the best to put you to the test Hardened by the road, young skin on old bones Stage to stage, we're ready to explode Never coming back, aussie thrash attack
Stage lights for warmth, amp stacks for walls Slaves to entertain once the crowd walks through the door
Beg, steal or borrow just to get up on that stage Beg, steal or borrow, the ringing remains
We're what Cain was to Abel, at the front of the pack The point of the spear, we're the arrowhead Ugly as the music wants us to be Heavy as a freight train, writing in the devil's name Feeding his desire with burning hell fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
