Lipstick on my face. Thunder in the sky. The shades are drawn. Don't ask me why. But with the ghost riders on the go. I think you know. But with the ghost riders on the go. I think you know. It goes something like this. (attack). Crater in my brain. Where the strippers go insane. Cabin number 4. Ain't gonna smile no more. But with the ghost riders on the go. I think you know. But with the ghost riders on the go. I think you know. It goes something like this. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack of the ghost riders. Attack. You know it goes