Fire of lake, lake of fire
Dancing flames growin' higher and higher
Echoes of legends, whispers of lore
At the heart of the wild, we're craving for more
Badlands, sweetlands
It's in the grip of the fortune's fickle hands
Yearning for the thrills
It's in the tales of sorrow etched in the sand
Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the knife
Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the knife
Dive, dive, dive
Fire of lake, lake of fire
Dancing flames growin' higher and higher
Badlands, sweetlands
It's in the grip of the fortune's fickle hands
Yearning for the thrills
It's in the tales of sorrow etched in the sand
Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the knife
Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the knife
Breaking through the storm and face the strife
Deep inside the lands, where wild winds cry
Race against the harsh fate on the sun-baked trail
Sun-baked trail, that sun-baked trail
Through the dust, and through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the knife
Through the dust, and through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the knife
Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the knife
Through the dust, through the night
Ain't nobody could ride like
Johnny the knife
Dive, dive, dive
