Ride the Clouds - Astral Doors

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