The Best Is yet to Come - Demon

It started in the street, in the crazy summer heat

In a place just on the edge of town

Crowds were going wild, heroes had arrived

Colours glistening in the sun

Banners held high, touching the sky

Flags of every nation

Armies to the left, Armies to the right

In a great anticipation

Through the mist I saw machines of every shape and size

Like new Messiahs you couls see the hunger in their eyes

Hey — we raised our fists up the sky

Sang our song with heads held high

And told the world the best is yet to come

We raced our cars and revved our bikes

Headed out into the night

And told the world the best is yet to come

We met out in fields, with our masks and shields

To celebrate the living

Magic in the air, parties everywhere

And the wine it kept on flowing

Crazy looking freaks, a tribe that speaks

In tongues not of this world

Someone played a game that had no name

And no-one really understood

Through the mist I saw machines of every shape and size

Like new Messiahs you couls see the hunger in their eyes

Hey — we raised our fists up the sky

Sang our song with heads held high

And told the world the best is yet to come

We raced our cars and revved our bikes

Headed out into the night

And told the world the best is yet to come

Frank Sinatra sang on an old velve radio

Oh I love New York

A weathered one eyed piper

Playing a marching tune

La la la la la, la la la la la

Through the mist I saw machines of every shape and size

Like new Messiahs you couls see the hunger in their eyes

We raised our fists up the sky

Sang our song with heads held high

And told the world the best is yet to come

We raced our cars and revved our bikes

Headed out into the night

And told the world the best is yet to come

We raised our fists up the sky

Sang our song with heads held high

And told the world the best is yet to come

We raced our cars and revved our bikes

Headed out into the night

And told the world the best is yet to come