Hanging on, it's breaking   The ethos will fall   Among the glass and fire   We buried them all      So they come down from the north   Traveling at such a great speed   Church bells are ringing alone   You should take cover and run      Below on the ridge   It's like syringe   The flight of the Flynns    Guiding your mind      When all the dust filled the air   They had arrived on the scene   The church and the buildings are down   You should take cover and run      Relax on the ridge   It's like syringe   The flight of the Flynns   Guiding their mind