|
She held lightning in her hands, it's been cornered by the man |
|
I pretend no answering riot as we hid it on the hill, we ran |
|
Fuel the mission with our passion |
|
Fighting, still we ran |
|
Do you know the way to the silver-colored road? |
|
By the city that's run dry on a sequin-covered horse |
|
And they're waiting for us to arrive, two hundred naked pure gold girls |
|
And then I'll sit and watch them ride |
|
Made of crystals in the sand, if you want to taste you can |
|
In the city where the people are alone |
|
She held lightning in her hands |
|
It's been cornered by the man |
|
I pretend no answering riot, as we hid it on the hill, we ran |
|
Fuel a mission with the passion, fighting, still we ran |
|
Do you know the way to the silver-colored road? |
|
By the city that's run dry on a sequin-covered horse |
|
And they're waiting for us to arrive, two hundred naked pure gold girls |
|
And then we'll sit and watch them ride |
|
Do you know the way to the silver-colored road? |
|
By the city that's run dry on a sequin-covered horse |
|
And they're waiting for us to arrive, two hundred naked pure gold girls |
|
And then we'll sit and watch them ride |
