Cold wind hits the windshield pane.
Steel grey sky and acid rain.
Metal floors and white tiled walls.
Heavy boots in hollow halls.
Fast fare to the killing floor.
Lock the latch and bolt the door.
Blood on chrome and oil on skin.
Let the brutal game begin.
Red light glows on every street.
Ticking clocks and steady beat.
Sleek machines with laser sights.
Cutting through the frozen nights.
Fast fare to the killing floor.
Lock the latch and bolt the door.
Blood on chrome and oil on skin.
Let the brutal game begin.
Silver suits and plastic shields.
Warfare in the sterile fields.
Screaming jets and humming wires.
Feeding all the urban fires.
Fast fare to the killing floor.
Lock the latch and bolt the door.
Blood on chrome and oil on skin.
Let the brutal game begin.
One gold coin for one last ride.
Nowhere left for men to hide.
Old leather and rusted gear.
The only thing that stays is fear.
Static noise on every band.
Coldest touch in any land.
Empty shells on marble floors.
Open wide the iron doors.
Fast fare to the killing floor.
Lock the latch and bolt the door.
Blood on chrome and oil on skin.
Let the brutal game begin.
Steel and glass.
Just another fare.
Steel and glass.
