If you're taking a bite (*) You're shaking your heads to the band There's a dare on your horse But you're not on the force We're taking this think to the ground
In the heat of the night (**) When you're fists are alight Touching temples of steel But you don't feel the pressure of pain
Pull your head back (***) And you put them up fill your heads
On the wings of an eagle (****) Holding your hands to the sky You turn to the band with Your banners and skirts blowing high
If you think something more (*****) You'll come down to the front Then you'll do as they say Turning my face to the ground