Blowing fire through

the hillside

Pelting wings stuck

to quicklime

Smashing nobody's

headlights

Nothing tells us

we're alive



Bernie's got the way to

feel good times

She lives on the way to

the park

All we've got to do is

just drop by

We don't have to wait

until dark



Screaming tires through

the sunshine

Told the cripple he

looks blind

Caught the rats in

the manhole

Beat them all the way

back home