Bullets in the Wind

Army, army waiting for me
Set the dial to the radio free
Tie 'n tether to the band on the run
Pick em' up with the sound of your guns, woah-oh
Call em' in, to the white of the eyes
Watch em' dance, get kicked to the side
Chatter up in a forbidden tongue
Got you now eat the heart of the young
A Ritual, the words creep out
Like a ghost, the heart sinks down
An Animal, teethe reach out
Holding on, we're coming up strong, up again
We dance like bullets in the wind
Over and over again
over and over again
We're bringing life back from the dead
And follow the rat through the hole
Over and over we go
Over and over we go
So turn up the transistor radio
Trouble trouble, give me some more
cuttin' deep going down to the core
Great Scott, the kids in the rain
We come together with the sound of a train
Shut and lock with a four letter word
Bite your thumb the car's gonna swerve
Sound clatter, the crash city light
Hurry up- this kids gonna fight
Pick up the beat
and pry up the caskets
and call in the masses
and play us the song
Shuffle your feet
and exit the blackness
and call in the masses
You're dancing along