In the desert sun every step that you take could be the final one. In the burning heat hanging on the edge of destruction. You can't stop the pain of your children crying out in your head. They always said that the living would envy the dead. So now you're gonna shoot bullets of fire. Don't wanna fight but sometimes you've got to. You're some soul survivor. There's just one thing you've got to know. You've got ten more thousand miles to go. Because you're one of the living. And if we can't stick together. One of the living. Who's gonna make it tonight. Walk tall cool collected and savage. Walk tall bruised sensual ravaged. It's every man for himself every woman every child. A new breed ferocious and wild. And all they want to do is shoot bullets of fire. They wanna fight and sometimes you've got to. You're some soul survivor. There's just one thing you've got to know. You've got ten more thousand years to go. Because you're one of the living. And if we can't stick together. One of the living. Who's gonna make it tonight