We are orphans of the nuclear fire We are ashen leather primitives Racing neon motorbikes you can hear us scream Beyond the outer limits After the fire Worship the all-seeing eye Violent desire Look me in the eye and say you're not afraid to die Strapped across the chassis of this war machine 700 miles across In the night we fight the rats and chase the mutants underground It is wee who paid the cost to be the boss Nitro fuelled diesel power pumping in our guts Everybody's coming ot new york I cannot wait until my head and body part It means absolutely nothing to us