| The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling | |
| Way down in the valley tonight. | |
| There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye | |
| And a blade shining, oh, so bright. | |
| There's evil in the air and there's thunder in sky, | |
| And a killer's on the bloodshot streets. | |
| Oh, and down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising, | |
| Oh, I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter, | |
| He was starting to foam in the heat. | |
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| Oh, baby, you're the only thing in this whole world, | |
| That's pure and good and right. | |
| And wherever you are and wherever you go, | |
| There's always gonna be some light. | |
| But I gotta get out, | |
| I gotta break it out now, | |
| Before the final crack of dawn. | |
| So we gotta make the most of our one night together. | |
| When it's over you know, | |
| We'll both be so alone. | |
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| | |
| Like a bat out of hell | |
| I'll be gone when the morning comes. | |
| When the night is over | |
| Like a bat out of hell | |
| I'll be gone-gone-gone. | |
| Like a bat out of hell | |
| I'll be gone when the morning comes. | |
| But when the day is done, and the sun goes down, | |
| And the moonlight's shining through, | |
| Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, | |
| I'll come crawling on back to you. | |
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| I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram | |
| On a silver black phantom bike. | |
| When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry, | |
| And we're all about to see the light. | |
| Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole. | |
| And everything is stunted and lost. | |
| And nothing really rocks | |
| And nothing really rolls | |
| And nothing's ever worth the cost. | |
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| And I know that I'm damned if I never get out, | |
| And maybe I'm damned if I do, | |
| But with every other beat I've got left in my heart, | |
| You know I'd rather be damned with you. | |
| Well, if I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned | |
| Dancing through the night with you. | |
| Well, if I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned— | |
| Gotta be damned, you know I wanna be damned— | |
| Gotta be damned, you know I wanna be damned | |
| Dancing through the night— | |
| Dancing through the night— | |
| Dancing through the night with you. | |
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| Oh, baby, you're the only thing in this whole world, | |
| That's pure and good and right. | |
| And wherever you are and wherever you go, | |
| There's always gonna be some light. | |
| But I gotta get out, | |
| I gotta break it out now, | |
| Before the final crack of dawn. | |
| So we gotta make the most of our one night together. | |
| When it's over you know | |
| We'll both be so alone. | |
| | |
| Like a bat out of hell | |
| I'll be gone when the morning comes. | |
| When the night is over | |
| Like a bat out of hell | |
| I'll be gone gone gone. | |
| Like a bat out of hell | |
| I'll be gone when the morning comes. | |
| But when the day is done and the sun goes down, | |
| And the moonlight's shining through, | |
| Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, | |
| I'll come crawling on back to you. | |
| Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, | |
| I'll come crawling on back to you. | |
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| I can see myself tearing up the road | |
| Faster than any other boy has ever gone. | |
| And my skin is raw but my soul is ripe. | |
| No one's gonna stop me now, | |
| I'm gonna make my escape. | |
| But I can't stop thinking of you, | |
| And I never see the sudden curve until it's way too late. | |
| | |
| And I never see the sudden curve 'til it's way too late. | |
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| Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. | |
| Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike. | |
| And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. | |
| And the last thing I see is my heart | |
| Still beating, | |
| Breaking out of my body and flying away, | |
| Like a bat out of hell. | |
| | |
| Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. | |
| Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike. | |
| And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. | |
| And the last thing I see is my heart | |
| Still beating, still beating, | |
| Breaking out of my body and flying away, | |
| Like a bat out of hell. | |
| Like a bat out of hell. | |
| Like a bat out of hell. | |
| Oh, like a bat out of hell! | |
| Like a bat out of hell! | |
| Like a bat out of hell! | |