Electric wind,
Footsteps stamping through to the citadel of your soul.
Rock n' roll children born to dance to the beat of your heart,
And die to the rtythm of the universe.

What's say you friend?
Huh?
What do you mean, what?
I mean hehehe!
Good.

[?] came with a tank,
Stood at the window.
He leaned heavily,
And screamed into the electric wind.