Blowing fire through 
the hillside 
Pelting wings stuck 
to quicklime 
Smashing nobody's 
headlights 
Nothing tells us 
we're alive 

Bernie's got the way to 
feel good times 
She lives on the way to 
the park 
All we've got to do is 
just drop by 
We don't have to wait 
until dark 

Screaming tires through 
the sunshine 
Told the cripple he 
looks blind 
Caught the rats in 
the manhole 
Beat them all the way 
back home