After the Fire

We are orphans of the nuclear fire
We are ashen leather primitives
Racing neon motorbikes you can hear us scream
Beyond the outer limits
After the fire
Worship the all-seeing eye
Violent desire
Look me in the eye and say you’re not afraid to die
Strapped across the chassis of this war machine
700 miles across
in the night we fight the rats and chase the mutants underground
it is wee who paid the cost to be the boss
Nitro fuelled diesel power pumping in our guts
Everybody’s coming ot new york
I cannot wait until my head and body part
It means absolutely nothing to us