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