We Own the Night - Drapht, Mantra, Urthboy

The blood, the dust

Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd

The boom, the bap

And we come out when the sun goes down

We own the night

Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight

We own the night

And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home

We own the night

When the sunsets ride in

And there’s a damsel tied to my track cryin'

Fire in the hole riding up

Cause pale rider is dynamite when he fire up

Never biting my tongue, biting a bullet

A young gun pull a crowd, Kalgoorlie to Coolum

With my good, my bad

No Jessica Mauboy, no Tomahawk, no drug store cowboy

Urthboy he’s got 'em sticking their hands up

Don’t need to rob, got one better a Mantra

Through the dust redder than Santa’s suit

Red as rust, red as the blood that the vampires chew, and yup

«The owners of the night shall now be revealed»

Feel the skies open to tell you

In a world that’s built around taking what you will

And we will, cause well we want

The blood, the dust

Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd

The boom, the bap

And we come out when the sun goes down

We own the night

Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight

We own the night

And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home

We own the night

Uh, yeah

Tilt My head to the heavens above, for in sunset we trust

When all else fades, all that remain is us

Silhouetted by the embers of a red dusk

Yesterday’s memories embedded in the red dust

Roam a path unknown and uncharted

Past the last post and back to where it started

So far from home, I feel half alone

But never part of a show that’s half hearted

This is where my heart is, blazing a trail

Across the night sky with my partners

Mantra, Drapht and Urthboy disperse through

Your city of residence and kick down curfews

«The owners of the night shall now be revealed»

With each new town a new battlefield

So now you know how my troops feel

Eyes of the nation glued to our boot heels

The blood, the dust

Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd

The boom, the bap

And we come out when the sun goes down

We own the night

Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight

We own the night

And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home

We own the night

You do not need proof with a noose prepared

Can’t threaten my family and I refuse to beg

And though the road may have developed a ruthless air

I am not what the accuser said

Wanted dead or alive the sign posted

Pioneer justice, Authority’s boasted

But inside the saloon bar

Urthboy, Mantra and Drapht were the names they toasted

Didn’t matter bout the tag latter day bandit

Whatever the date Saturday standard

Border to border the night time landed

We put out the call you answered, chanted

«The owners of the night shall now be revealed»

We ain’t relying on no steel, but the wheels in motion

And the hours open, give or take the trimmings

And we’ll see you again God willing (God willing)

They call us renegades, rebels and rogues

And no good for you so it goes

Little did they know that we live by the code

That ode, that oath to the wild eye

If I live to tell the tale

Through the bitter cold morning dew

We’ll start another fire

From the shadow of an ember and walk as new

The blood, the dust

Yeah we’re living for the roar of the Sunday crowd

The boom, the bap

And we come out when the sun goes down

We own the night

Fight with the fire in our eyes, we home tonight

We own the night

And you’re god damn right it feels great to be home

We own the night