| Song | Badlands |
| Artist | Gatsbys American Dream |
| Album | Volcano |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| They call this the badlands baby | |
| But it used to be bayou | |
| The shore of an inland sea | |
| And I can hear you coming | |
| What foul beast stalks this way | |
| The night is dim | |
| But I catch the scent of your arrogance | |
| As you rear your head | |
| I can see your eyes gleaming | |
| Catching light from the moon | |
| Like a pair of knives to cut me down | |
| Hole in the world | |
| And the light is leaking out | |
| Spilling like water | |
| And I can hear you coming | |
| What new devilry is this | |
| I saw you rise | |
| And creep across the sky | |
| And all night as | |
| I fled You came behind | |
| Eating all the stars | |
| Dig to find | |
| Why the life left | |
| Rocks and stones | |
| Skulls and bone | |
| Whispered stories | |
| Tales of glory | |
| And a tragic fall from grace | |
| And a tragic fall from grace | |
| And a tragic fall from grace | |
| Still we’re still falling | |
| Just like the dinosaurs | |
| And a tragic fall from grace |
| They call this the badlands baby | |
| But it used to be bayou | |
| The shore of an inland sea | |
| And I can hear you coming | |
| What foul beast stalks this way | |
| The night is dim | |
| But I catch the scent of your arrogance | |
| As you rear your head | |
| I can see your eyes gleaming | |
| Catching light from the moon | |
| Like a pair of knives to cut me down | |
| Hole in the world | |
| And the light is leaking out | |
| Spilling like water | |
| And I can hear you coming | |
| What new devilry is this | |
| I saw you rise | |
| And creep across the sky | |
| And all night as | |
| I fled You came behind | |
| Eating all the stars | |
| Dig to find | |
| Why the life left | |
| Rocks and stones | |
| Skulls and bone | |
| Whispered stories | |
| Tales of glory | |
| And a tragic fall from grace | |
| And a tragic fall from grace | |
| And a tragic fall from grace | |
| Still we' re still falling | |
| Just like the dinosaurs | |
| And a tragic fall from grace |
| They call this the badlands baby | |
| But it used to be bayou | |
| The shore of an inland sea | |
| And I can hear you coming | |
| What foul beast stalks this way | |
| The night is dim | |
| But I catch the scent of your arrogance | |
| As you rear your head | |
| I can see your eyes gleaming | |
| Catching light from the moon | |
| Like a pair of knives to cut me down | |
| Hole in the world | |
| And the light is leaking out | |
| Spilling like water | |
| And I can hear you coming | |
| What new devilry is this | |
| I saw you rise | |
| And creep across the sky | |
| And all night as | |
| I fled You came behind | |
| Eating all the stars | |
| Dig to find | |
| Why the life left | |
| Rocks and stones | |
| Skulls and bone | |
| Whispered stories | |
| Tales of glory | |
| And a tragic fall from grace | |
| And a tragic fall from grace | |
| And a tragic fall from grace | |
| Still we' re still falling | |
| Just like the dinosaurs | |
| And a tragic fall from grace |