Racin' For The Red Light

(álbum: Soldiers Of Fortune - 1986)

Children of a fiery sky
Burning with the need to fly
Much too fast and much too soon
Learn the dance of passion's tune
Comb the sidewalks, four by four
Roam the night to make the score
Leather boys and girls in chains
No tomorrows, no real names
Always racing for the red light

Who'll provide the silver spoon
Razor's edge, the red balloon
Who will wake up from this dream
Old and wise at seventeen
Who will spend eternity
Wondering why he couldn't see
Looking through the needle's eye
It's much too late
He's much too high
He keeps racing for the red light
Whoa yeah

Racing for the red light
Fast lane, foot to the floor
Racing for the red light
Last game, who's keeping score

Ooh ooh
When you need something badly
You've got to believe
That something can be
You go racing the moon
The pistol rings out
Then it's over too soon

Yeah yeah
Metal guitars loud and mean
Drown out krishna tambourines
All along the boulevard
Jungle tough and concrete hard
Asking if there's change to spare
(Change to spare)
Of anybody anywhere
Children of the fiery sky
Scant enough to get them high

[Repeat Chorus]

Anymore

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh

You go racing the moon
The pistol rings out
Then it's over

[Repeat Chorus x2]