I wanna find one face that ain’t looking through me I wanna find one place I wanna spit in the face of these badlands
Someday we’ll look back on this and it will all seem funny
You can’t start a fire, worrying ‘bout your little world falling apart, this gun’s for hire, even if we’re just dancing in the dark
The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock’n’roll band
Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true? Or is it something worse?