Ryders of the Storm

Riders of the storm
Riders of the storm
Into this cage we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a life without a home
A spirit forced to roam
Riders of the storm

There's a killer on the loose
But they won't accept the truth
And even though we know
We must let our children go
If you don't divert in time
The best of us will die
Killer in the air

Man you gotta help yourself
Man you gotta help yourself
For the sake of all your wealth
You'll force all our farewells
The world on you depends
Or all our lives will end
Gotta help ourselves

Riders of the storm
Riders of the storm
Into this cage we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a life without a home
A spirit forced to roam
Riders of the storm...

This is our 'reimagining' of the Morrison classic from our live set