Oh, baby -- this is the land of danger (each and every home a battlefield)
Oh, baby -- this is the throat of a stranger (searching for the blood
That's now congealed)
Oh, baby -- this is a thick muddy mystery (tearing at the pages of our past)
Oh, baby -- this is the straight path of history (human motion -- land and
Ocean)

Try to run, try to hide
It's been a long, long, long, long long, long [long] time
[it's been a long, long, long, long, long time]

Oh, baby -- this is the fresh flesh of anger (calling out for action in the
Streets)
Oh, baby -- this is a slow running canker (opened up by victories and defeats)
Oh, baby -- this is the night of the dancer (dancing on a time bomb in my head)
Oh, baby -- this is the ultimate cancer (human notion -- fear in motion)

Try to run, try to hide
It's been a long, long, long, long long, long [long] time
[it's been a long, long, long, long, long time]

[don't tell me everything's gonna work out anymore
Don't tell me everything's gonna work out anymore]

[of danger, of danger, of danger, of danger]

[don't tell me everything's gonna work out]