The Black Angels - Young Men Dead

Fire for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go
Head for the hills, pick up steel on your way
Head for the hills, yes, eyes on the campfire glow
Fire at will, don't you waste no time

Another thought of the unaware, oh
Addiction in disguise
Oh, with a drop of blood
You will set them out for me, already
Oooh-ooh-ooh

Fire from the hills, pick up speed and let's go
Head for the trees, pick up steel on your way
Head for the hills, yes, eyes on the campfire glow
Creep up there like a white mink hiding in snow

And out of the black a figure forms
Adaption in the sky
Oh, with a drop of love
And you'll set them free from me
(Oh-ooh)

Run for the hills, pick up your feet and let's go
We did our jobs, now pick up speed ran away
The trees can't grow without the sun in their eyes
And how can you live if we're too afraid to die?

Hold on tight
You hold on tight, you're too slow

Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind
And Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads
Hold on

(We gon' take another night)