There is such little glory in a poor man's life He works for his money, and he takes a wife But a poor man's son could be a hero in the night With a fistful of anger and the will to fight Seize this moment in your hand Take it and run There's a trigger in your mind And you're loaded like a gun Warriors, make a life of fantasy On this night, we'll ride the devil's steed Gonna stand our ground on this part of town Like the last of an ancient breed Like the last of an ancient breed Teen angels 'neath the lamp post light In an alley by the river in the dead of night Share their blood and swore their vows to keep While the citizens were in the throes of sleep We'll seize this moment in our hands Take it and run There's a trigger in your mind And you're loaded like a gun Warriors, make a life of fantasy On this night, we'll ride the devil's steed Gonna stand our ground on this part of town Like the last of an ancient breed Like the last of an ancient breed Seize this moment in your hand Take it and run There's a trigger in your mind And you're loaded like a gun Warriors, make a life of fantasy On this night, we'll ride the devil's steed Gonna stand our ground on this part of town Like the last of an ancient breed Like the last of an ancient breed Like the last of an ancient breed Warriors, make a life of fantasy On this night, we'll ride the devil's steed Gonna stand our ground on this part of town Like the last of an ancient breed Like the last of an ancient breed