Fuel is running, fuel is coming Fuel is running down my face The line, the line, the line is drawn It won't be long We have to be strong Before they drop The final bomb Human target identified Neurotic psychotic, mutated spies We've got to make a stand We've got to kill the man Tonight is when we go Tonight is when things blow Full throttle ahead I think we're already dead The night is here, I feel clear I don't feel my head