Ride the Clouds

Ride, we'll ride the clouds

Mister, mister, you're here at last
Cursed and banned forever, digging in the dirt
Thought that we were ready now to fly
Holograms and other scams, gadgets on the rise
And Mister robot man, he's evil, evil
We are falling down, down, down
Time to hit the ground

For the bastards, for the mothers
To be or not to be
Riders of the clouds play on
Play on for the traitors, for the brothers
Freedom's not for free
For the mothers and the fathers and the son
We'll ride the clouds
We'll ride the clouds

Mister, mister you're here at last
Virgins in suburbia, open up your legs
Time for penetration, yes indeed
Warriors in the underclass giving all they have
They'll never see the light
A gun for hire, fire
Sacred rider, take them down
Haters all around

For the bastards, for the mothers
To be or not to be
Riders of the clouds play on
Play on for the traitors, for the brothers
Freedom's not for free
For the mothers and the fathers and the son
We'll ride the clouds
We'll ride the clouds

We'll never dream again

We'll ride the clouds, we were born to fly

For the bastards, for the mothers
To be or not to be
Riders of the clouds play on
Play on for the traitors, for the brothers
Freedom's not for free
For the mothers and the fathers and the son
We'll ride the clouds
We'll ride the clouds