Bring on the fire and pedal to the floor
driving the desert and rigged up for war
in each hand the gun's locked and loaded
a rebel running from anger exploded
Bring out the human from madness inside
the head of a stranger, hardly alive
Instinct to run, and instinct to kill
life's given up on and no longer a thrill
wasting away, counting days 'til death
humanity growing on you inside care's crept
Let not their lives be wasted alone
but bring them to safety, in old home.