Get Your Boots On
Lock the door, turn out the lights
Mutants roam the streets at night
Dress the part while acting humanlike
All synchronized and fit to strike
Stick with the heretics when the tide is coming in
The sound of drowning rats cleansed from anger deep within
*In the sky the hunter shines, our only ray of light
No escape, no way out, no mothership in sight
Get your boots on, get your boots
This ain't my city anymore
When true believers choke the feeble
This ain't my home anymore
When make believers become the healers
*You better hold on, hold on to what you got
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Lie in wait and count the days
Face utopian arrival
Let the fools amuse each other
Behind the wall of denial
*In the sky the hunter shines, our only ray of light
No escape, no way out, no mothership in sight
Autor(es): PER WIBERG
