Ninjas, swiftly as the mist- battling with shurikens of reptile skins And daggers forged of night Deadly as a poisoned kiss, like the life you'll miss If you must turn away, or if you fall in line Never underestimate the sparks that do not fade Never try to separate the songbird from its song Never can you duplicate the dance of Shangri-La When we ride-we leave a street so scorched That only magic vagabonds can stand the raging flames All inside we rush because to tarry would be terrible And make us all the same Ninjas- the winds are working wild The torrid tides toss every happy, hopeful humor Far from where we lie Listen, with just a naked eye It's just the land beneath us growing strong along And drawing ever nigh Never underestimate the little left to lose Never let a loser bear your news Clever are the cruelest and the loudest, loutish loons When we ride- there's a quest we keep abreast of as the record falls And grows another face Great divide-it's just celestial forces bent on reckoning When we ride-we leave a street so scorched That only magic vagabonds can stand the raging flames All inside we rush because to tarry would be terrible And make us all the same