Woorden: Depresleys. Leaking Blue. Streets Of Napalm.

The desert is intruding
Desolation is spreading around this town
Silence; such a frightening sound
On the streets of Napalm

Shadows are walking, talking in abandoned streets
As their feet are stumbling 'round this town
The streets of Napalm

Everything started with a bang
As the fat lady sang
That blew a fuse in their head
Now they're stuck in the visions of the dead
With the habits of hell
Nobody can tell them how to get well
Or even how to get out of there...
The streets of Napalm

Their faces are empty;
They're staring into the air
There's nobody there
Not a living soul anywhere...
On the streets of Napalm

Still they are crowding the streets
In the deadly heat;
In the freezing cold
They are growing instantly old
On the streets of Napalm

Fire!
Talking with the dead on the streets of Napalm
Fire!
Walking with the dead on the streets of Napalm
Fire!
Dancing with the dead in the streets of Napalm

Their future is a thing of the past
They know a good thing can't last
When you're the utter outcast
On the streets of Napalm

They're sleepwalking into black holes
Out of control
Not a single soul will remain in the light;
It's like an endless night

The desert is intruding
Desolation is spreading around this town
Silence; such a frightening sound
On the streets of Napalm

Fire!
Walking with the dead in the streets of Napalm
Fire!
Dancing with the dead in the streets of Napalm
Fire!
Dying with the dead in the streets of Napalm

(Thanks to Wah Wah for these lyrics)