Hanging on, it's breaking The ethos will fall Among the glass and fire We buried them all So they come down from the north Traveling at such a great speed Church bells are ringing alone You should take cover and run Below on the ridge It's like syringe The flight of the Flynns Guiding your mind When all the dust filled the air They had arrived on the scene The church and the buildings are down You should take cover and run Relax on the ridge It's like syringe The flight of the Flynns Guiding their mind