Step outside
Dodge the muggers and the stabbers like land mines
The critics' eyes
The dive-bombing drunks, they've been drinking themselves blind
They're all illusions made of sand
We will fear no man
Not even the machete gangs
You want to feel bad but you won't
We're not sorry
We want to feel bad but we don't
We're not sorry
We're not sorry
We're on our way
Up up up and away
Up up up and away
The terminals and preachers
The gunslingers and leeches
Kamikaze feral cats, psychos wielding baseball bats
They're all illusions made of sand
We will fear no man
Not even the machete gangs
Up up up and away
Up up up and away
Up up up and away
Up up up and away
You want to feel bad but you won't
We're not sorry
We want to feel bad but we don't
We're not sorry
We're not sorry
We're on our way
Up up up and away
Up up up and away
Pp up up and away
Into the atmosphere
Far away from human fear
Up up up and away