Unravelling the lost arks of Rock 'N'Roll
Thundering the night, getting out of control
The sillouete of those who wanna be told
Throughtout the land of priding and gold
It gives me something that I don't know, but feels good
And nothing else explains what it feels to be here
It can't compare to nothing I've ever seen
A kind of motion that I can't resist
LeatherJacks (Keep runnin', Keep runnin')
LeatherJacks (We're comin', we're comin')