Fire of lake, lake of fire,
Dancing flames grow higher and higher.
Echoes of legends, whispers of lore,
At the heart of the wild, we're craving for more.
Yearning for the thrills, hearts afire, spirits unchained,
In the dance of the dare, nothing's restrained.
Badlands, sweetlands,
In the grip of fortune's fickle hands.
We curse the land. We kiss the land.
Tales of sorrow, etched in the sand.   
Through the dust, chasing life,
Ain't nobody could ride like Johnny the Knife.
Bearing the storm, facing the strife,
In a land where the wild winds wail,
Racing with harsh fate on the sun-baked trail.
Oh, that sun-baked trail, that sun-baked trail.
Dive, dive, dive.
I said dive, dive, dive.
Come on, dive, dive, dive.
Ain't nobody could ride like Johnny the Knife.