After the Fire - Gama Bomb

We are orphans of the nuclear fire

We are ashen leather primitives

Racing neon motorbikes you can hear us scream

Beyond the outer limits

After the fire

Worship the all-seeing eye

Violent desire

Look me in the eye and say you’re not afraid to die

Strapped across the chassis of this war machine

700 miles across

in the night we fight the rats and chase the mutants underground

it is wee who paid the cost to be the boss

Nitro fuelled diesel power pumping in our guts

Everybody’s coming ot new york

I cannot wait until my head and body part

It means absolutely nothing to us