Mister, mister you're here at last Cursed and banned forever, digging in the dirt Thought that we were ready now to fly Holograms and other scams, gadgets on the rise And mister robot man, he's evil, evil We are falling down, down, down Time to hit the ground For the bastards, for the mothers To be or not to be Riders of the clouds play on Play on for the traitors, for the brothers Freedom's not for free For the mothers and the fathers and the son We'll ride the clouds We'll ride the clouds Mister, mister you're here at last Virgins in suburbia, open up your legs Time for penetration yes indeed Warriors in the underclass giving all they have They'll never see the light A gun for hire, fire Sacred rider, take them down Haters all around For the bastards, for the mothers To be or not to be Riders of the clouds play on Play on for the traitors, for the brothers Freedom's not for free For the mothers and the fathers and the son We'll ride the clouds We'll ride the clouds We'll never dream again We'll ride the clouds, we were born to fly For the bastards, for the mothers To be or not to be Riders of the clouds play on Play on for the traitors, for the brothers Freedom's not for free For the mothers and the fathers and the son We'll ride the clouds We'll ride the clouds