[Intro] [1980s gothic hair metal, 118 BPM driving 4/4 arena groove, roaring Marshall tube-overdrive guitars with wah-wah accents, heavy pumping bass and thunderous drums, massive gated reverb, sustained feedback] [Dual-guitar harmony lead fades into a crying blues bend with screaming pinch harmonics] [Verse 1] Four in the morning, the green radar glows A lost little mower where nobody goes Turned at the border, completely misled Flying three hundred cold miles ahead Over the forests and marshes of clay A stray metal phantom that drifted away! [Pre-Chorus] Sirens are screaming in Minsk at the base! Scramble the fighters, a wild gothic chase! Yellow lines bleeding all over the screen Thirty cold millions against the unseen! [Chorus] Twin-engine jets burning holes in the night! Chasing a lawnmower, blinded by fright! Lost in the badlands, running aground! Out of direction and out of the bound! Shooting at shadows across the black air! Down in the mud, in a field out nowhere! [High soaring vocal scream, dive bomb with heavy whammy bar vibrato] [Verse 2] No light on the river, no tracks in the moss The smell of hot oil and a dead data loss The embassy red phone is quiet and cold A classified horror that will not be told Telling the world that the skies are still clear While farmers in darkness are watching the fear! [Pre-Chorus] Sirens are screaming in Minsk at the base! Scramble the fighters, a wild gothic chase! Yellow lines bleeding all over the screen Thirty cold millions against the unseen! [Chorus] Twin-engine jets burning holes in the night! Chasing a lawnmower, blinded by fright! Lost in the badlands, running aground! Out of direction and out of the bound! Shooting at shadows across the black air! Down in the mud, in a field out nowhere! [Guitar Solo] [Thunderous gated arena drums, heavy driving bass groove] [Crying blues guitar solo with wide melodic bends and screaming pinch harmonics] [Dual-guitar harmonies escalate into rapid twin-leads, dive bombs, and soaring feedback] [Chorus] Twin-engine jets burning holes in the night! Chasing a lawnmower, blinded by fright! Lost in the badlands, running aground! Out of direction and out of the bound! Shooting at shadows across the black air! Down in the mud, in a field out nowhere! [Outro] Phantom in the night! Lost in the black air... [Soaring gritty high-register vocal scream sustains over roaring Marshall chords, fading out on a thunderous gated tom roll and feedback whine]
