Oh, baby -- this is the land of danger (each and every home a battlefield)   Oh, baby -- this is the throat of a stranger (searching for the blood   that's now congealed)   Oh, baby -- this is a thick muddy mystery (tearing at the pages of our past)   Oh, baby -- this is the straight path of history (human motion -- land and   ocean)      Try to run, try to hide   It's been a long, long, long, long long, long [long] time   [It's been a long, long, long, long, long time]      Oh, baby -- this is the fresh flesh of anger (calling out for action in the   streets)   Oh, baby -- this is a slow running canker (opened up by victories and defeats)   Oh, baby -- this is the night of the dancer (dancing on a time bomb in my head)   Oh, baby -- this is the ultimate cancer (human notion -- fear in motion)      Try to run, try to hide   It's been a long, long, long, long long, long [long] time   [It's been a long, long, long, long, long time]      [Don't tell me everything's gonna work out anymore   Don't tell me everything's gonna work out anymore]      [Of danger, of danger, of danger, of danger]      [Don't tell me everything's gonna work out]