| A summer sky of clouds, rushing homewards | |
| A requiem for youth, distant humming | |
| I cannot show up yet, start without me | |
| I don't like the idea, gaining contours - here | |
| … | |
| I started out with hope, drunk with passion | |
| Ending up in smoke, frantic absent | |
| The picture of a pale, wanted poster | |
| Xeroxed from the chase, posted nowhere | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can't, trap me in the system | |
| You can't, trap me in the system | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can't, trap me in the system | |
| You can't, trap me in the system | |
| You can't, | |
| An autumn creeping out, of its ambush | |
| Bragging 'bout its skills, as protector | |
| Although I am aware, of the recoil | |
| I swallow the idea, just to make it - disappear | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can't, trap me in the system | |
| You can't, trap me in the system | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can't, do anything about it | |
| You can't, do anything about it | |
| You can't, | |
| I'm still running … | |
| Wrapped in daydreams … | |
| Darting sideways … | |
| Through the ditches … | |
| Line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can't, trap me in the system | |
| You can't, trap me in the system | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can't, do anything about it | |
| You can't, do anything about it | |
| You can't, |
| A summer sky of clouds, rushing homewards | |
| A requiem for youth, distant humming | |
| I cannot show up yet, start without me | |
| I don' t like the idea, gaining contours here | |
| I started out with hope, drunk with passion | |
| Ending up in smoke, frantic absent | |
| The picture of a pale, wanted poster | |
| Xeroxed from the chase, posted nowhere | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can' t, | |
| An autumn creeping out, of its ambush | |
| Bragging ' bout its skills, as protector | |
| Although I am aware, of the recoil | |
| I swallow the idea, just to make it disappear | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can' t, do anything about it | |
| You can' t, do anything about it | |
| You can' t, | |
| I' m still running | |
| Wrapped in daydreams | |
| Darting sideways | |
| Through the ditches | |
| Line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can' t, do anything about it | |
| You can' t, do anything about it | |
| You can' t, |
| A summer sky of clouds, rushing homewards | |
| A requiem for youth, distant humming | |
| I cannot show up yet, start without me | |
| I don' t like the idea, gaining contours here | |
| I started out with hope, drunk with passion | |
| Ending up in smoke, frantic absent | |
| The picture of a pale, wanted poster | |
| Xeroxed from the chase, posted nowhere | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can' t, | |
| An autumn creeping out, of its ambush | |
| Bragging ' bout its skills, as protector | |
| Although I am aware, of the recoil | |
| I swallow the idea, just to make it disappear | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Choose your weapon, choose your company | |
| Line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can' t, do anything about it | |
| You can' t, do anything about it | |
| You can' t, | |
| I' m still running | |
| Wrapped in daydreams | |
| Darting sideways | |
| Through the ditches | |
| Line up with the hunters | |
| You can, line up with the hunters | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can' t, trap me in the system | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can, strike off my admission | |
| You can' t, do anything about it | |
| You can' t, do anything about it | |
| You can' t, |