They ran across the fields Admist the roar of engines gunning Bashing, splashing In front of headlights in the night Create our mock religion With our fight songs and our muskets With a motto "If you must do it, do it right" We would tonight Happy at drag strip In a tortured conventions At Palmola Road with virgin dairy queens Checkered flags Leathered gloves The smell of love It stops at fun factory Not for me Lighting avon fire feed the sky A shrine for the child who had to die Come see the reflection in our eyes We only had to hold them In the freedom in our armor With the lure of the mojo Always there Loud persistent humming Like the swift of patchy drumming Creating fury into all the hearts who care Lighting avon fire feed the sky A shrine for the child he who must die Come see the reflection in our eyes Ride with me this evening Throw away your blanket of boredom Let the dogs bark like bugles in your ears There's nothing you can lose From the thrill of breaking through And the fire of hell will dry up all your tears