Furious Fixation

Rally the war-boys, water become the drug.
Our leader is falsified faith, for him we scream our throats are rough.
A journey to the world of green will anger the masses.
The ladies wraped in white the dust devil dances.

So rev your engines the war rigs are comin' in hot.
Woah x2
A city of bullets and gassoline, will never catch us heading east!

The death of the world is a mystery.
We fade to black, a man of history.
A woman of secret seed, in masks we can hardly breath.
A motive to run will push you farther.

So rev your engines the war rigs are comin' in hot.
Woah, Woah
A city of bullets and gassoline, will never catch us heading east!

I LIVE. I DIE.
I LIVE. I DIE.
I LIVE. I DIE.
I LIVE. I DIE.
I LIVE. I DIE.
I LIVE. I DIE.
I LIVE. I DIE.
I LIVE. I DIE.
I LIVE. I DIE.
I LIVE. I DIE.
I live and I die and I live, I LIVE AGAIN!

So rev your engines the war rigs are comin' in hot.
Woah, Woah
A city of bullets and gassoline, will never catch us heading east!



Credits
Writer(s): Meghan Herring
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