yeah we're living for the roar of the sunday crowd
and we come out when the sun goes down
fight with the fire in our eyes
and you're god damn right it feels great to be home
and there's a damsel tied to my track cryin'
fire in the hole riding up
cause pale rider is dynamite when he fire up
urthboy he's got 'em sticking their hands up
through the dust redder than santa's suit
red as the blood that the vampires chew
the owners of the night shall now be revealed"