Prisoner lies within his cell
Waiting alone, it's a living hell
What will happen, no one can tell

Will justice be done, will he go to hell?
Will the judge be good, not toll the bell?
Will justice be done, will he go to hell?
Will the judge be good, not toll the bell?

Prisoner's tears, is life has run
Accused of crimes he hasn't done
Will he live or die with the rising sun?

Will justice be done, will he go to hell?
Will the judge be good, not toll the bell?
Will justice be done, will he go to hell?
Will the judge be good, not toll the bell?

The judge, he wears a cap of black
He is condemned, no mercy passed
The gallows pole and no way back

Will justice be done, will he go to hell?
Will the judge be good, not toll the bell?
Will justice be done, will he go to hell?
Will the judge be good, not toll the bell?

Prisoner fears his life is done
Hears the gathered crowd
The baying throng
Will he ace the gallows
When the morning comes?

It's suicide, run and hide
Took a car, took a ride
Picks up tricks to give him kicks
Cruising the highway
Looking for chicks

Suicide, run and hide
He's going for that ride

Goes off like a bomb, a flash of light
Never slows down, hold on tight
Out of the dark cruised the car
Now he's seen her, she won't get far

Suicide, run and hide
He's going for that ride

That stationary car, don't get inside
An evil passion rules his mind
He needs his tricks to give him kicks
Crawling the backstreets
Looking for chicks

Suicide, run and hide

Suicide, going for that ride
Suicide, going for that ride
Suicide, going for that ride

I got to pay some cash
To Kansas City
It's on the 7:35
And it looks pretty
It's right on time
There's no delay
Downtown #3
That's the one for me

Fight to Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas City

Fight to Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas City

I'm in seat number 3
There's a girl beside me
She's got dark brown eyes

With an average size
I make a pass at her
But she doesn't notice me
You wouldn't believe
The trouble she causes me

Fight to Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas City
Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas City
Fight to Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas
Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas City

Solo

Fight to Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas City
Fight to Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas City
Fight to Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas City
Fight to Kansas City
Fight to Kansas City
I'm going fly to Kansas City

Warrior, dressed in black
With a bullet belt
And a gun on his back
He's got a licence
A licence to kill
Power to do it at his will

Warrior, looking for blood
Planning vengeance, to do you no good
Shield yourself, hide your eyes
Within his hands, your future lies

Prowling on darkened streets
Creeping on silent feet
His eyes are sharp, like a butcher's knife
And you know he feels nothing
When he takes a life

Warrior, looking for blood
Planning vengeance, to do you no good
Shield yourself, hide your eyes
Within his hands, your future lies

All alone at night in the city
You're a fool to be out
He's show's no pity
There's no escape
You made a big mistake
Should have thought twice
Now you'll pay with your life

Flying around, with my feet off the ground
Flying around, I don't hear a sound
I feel so good with the wind in my hair
Flying up here, I don't have a care

Fly so high, touch the sky
Fly so high, touch the sky

Driving along the road in my car
Going places so near and so far
Girls besides me, my foot's to the floor
Engine's in overdrive
Hear the motor roar

Fly so high, touch the sky
Fly so high, touch the sky

Going places so near and so far
Going places I think I'm a star
With my guitar in my hand
Playing all night in a rocking band

Fly so high, touch the sky
Fly so high, touch the sky