Child of the ruins / Weaned in a wasteland
Aftermath babies / The nephews of rust.
Mohawks and kneepads / A dreamcatcher nightmare
We die on a shoestring and live on a bus.
We just need a bit of petrol
And our pedals to the metal
And some water, food and shelter / Would be nice
So pray for a phoenix / To drive us to safety
The highway is hope / The tarmac is time.
A Mechamessiah / Jumps up from the rubble
A fingerless glove and the sun in his eyes.
Just one fingerless glove and the sun in both eyes.
We just need a bit of petrol
And some less outlandish hairstyles
And a much less spiky vehicle / Would be ace
The day has to come
When the rat race is won
The deaf can see / and the lost can be found.
There must come a time
When the hungry can dine
When a people can join hands and stand up
without lying doooooooooown.
It's not easy being feral
Truth be told it's really dreadful
Really, really, really dreadful / To be frank
We just need a bit of petrol
But the potholes here are lethal
So careful not to crack your axle / Battledrome.
