[crowd chanting] 'ARE YOU READY 'TO HOLD ON TIGHT' We took the backroads together On my roaring chrome machine Puddles hold the moons reflection As we ride through the between. The thrill of our deception Makes your heart pound in your chest Though we can't ride forever Gotta find a place to rest. It could be a bumpy ride You better hold on tight The moon casting silver Through the dead of night We gave it no thought There was no masterplan Put your arms around my waist Hold on as tight as you can. We kept roaring through the darkness Taking bends on my chrome machine Society had forced our hands Both our consciences were clean. Events unfolded far too soon Then just kept spiralling Forcing us to make a decision From which there's no returning. It could be a bumpy ride You better hold on tight The moon casting silver Through the dead of night We gave it no thought There was no masterplan Put your arms around my waist Hold on as tight as you can. [instrumental break] It only took one word One misplaced stare To send us on a journey The destination anywhere. It could be a bumpy ride You better hold on tight The moon casting silver Through the dead of night We gave it no thought There was no masterplan Put your arms around my waist Hold on as tight as you can.
