We're on a journey through the desert
A barren wasteland set ablaze
No laws can govern our ambitions
A band of thieves on metal wheels

Ride
We own these
Roads
They are our
Sons
We are their
Ghosts

You'll hear us coming
A monstrous roar
From miles and miles away
it's you were coming for

Ride
We own these
Roads
Rhey are our
Sons
We are their
Ghosts

Be still, my dogs of war
We're just here for gasoline