Young Men Dead

Fire for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go Head for the hills, pick up steel on your way Head for the hills, yes, eyes on the campfire glow Fire at will, don't you waste no time Another thought of the unaware, oh Addiction in disguise Oh, with a drop of blood You will set them out for me, already Oooh-ooh-ooh Fire from the hills, pick up speed and let's go Head for the trees, pick up steel on your way Head for the hills, yes, eyes on the campfire glow Creep up there like a white mink hiding in snow And out of the black a figure forms Adaption in the sky Oh, with a drop of love And you'll set them free from me (Oh-ooh) Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go We did our jobs, now pick up speed ran away The trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes And how can you live if we're too afraid to die? Hold on tight You hold on tight, you're too slow Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind And Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads Hold on (We gon' take another night)