Land of Danger

Oh, baby -- this is the land of danger (each and every home a battlefield)

Oh, baby -- this is the throat of a stranger (searching for the blood

that's now congealed)

Oh, baby -- this is a thick muddy mystery (tearing at the pages of our past)

Oh, baby -- this is the straight path of history (human motion -- land and

ocean)

Try to run, try to hide

It's been a long, long, long, long long, long time

Oh, baby -- this is the fresh flesh of anger (calling out for action in the

streets)

Oh, baby -- this is a slow running canker (opened up by victories and defeats)

Oh, baby -- this is the night of the dancer (dancing on a time bomb in my head)

Oh, baby -- this is the ultimate cancer (human notion -- fear in motion)

Try to run, try to hide

It's been a long, long, long, long long, long time

[Don't tell me everything's gonna work out anymore

Don't tell me everything's gonna work out anymore]

[Don't tell me everything's gonna work out]