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')