Give me a sign in ones and zeros, needles and tinctures I've danced along the fray just to quell the heat Sacrifice everything to the pagan gods made of casino lights Another slight of hand in the offering If it's our last stand Tonight we ride If we raise the flag Tonight we ride We're the last bastion Tonight we ride Man the walls and mount your horses Tonight we ride Reality is subjective And I've been shaken loose from its branches Adorn these first with chain mail knots in full regalia An eighteen wheeler in my heart And it craves fresh meat We're the last bastion Tonight we ride Man the walls and mount your horses Tonight we ride I've been giving blood to the tv screen In refusal, in communion We never were inside The tower keeps you warm Slow down As the scenery scrolls by We're never coming backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
