Out of the dust and Fumes on a 73 I rode
Write down my name in blood in an old and heavy tome
The Roar of engines broke you
You want outta here come talk to me
Cos we're lost in the wasteland
Son of the red highway
A Harbinger at your gate
An Ayatollah of rock n Rolla yeah
Unleash the dogs of war you know fear is our ally
One single instinct left all we know is to survive
Just walk away I told you
We get high on death and gasoline
