One Of The Living

Album: Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome (1985)
Charted: 55 15
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  • In the desert sun
    Every step that you take could be the final one
    In the burning heat
    Hanging on the edge of destruction, oh
    You can't stop the pain of your children crying out in your head
    Oh, they always said that the living would envy the dead

    So now you're gonna shoot (shoot) bullets of fire
    Don't wanna fight but sometimes you've got to
    You're some soul survivor
    There's just one thing you've got to know
    You got ten more thousand miles to go

    Because you're one of the living
    And if we can't stick together (can't stick together)
    Oh, you're one of the living
    Who's gonna make it tonight?
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh

    Yeah, ooh
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh

    Oh, walk tall
    Cool, collected, but savage
    Mmh, walk tall
    Bruised, sensual, ravaged
    Mmh, it's every man for himself, every woman, every child
    A new breed, ferocious and wild

    And all they wanna do is shoot bullets of fire
    They wanna fight and sometimes you've got to
    You're some soul survivor
    There's just one thing you've got to know
    You got ten more thousand years to go

    Because you're one of the living
    And if we can't stick together (can't stick together)
    Oh, you're one of the living
    Who's gonna make it tonight?
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

    You're one of the living
    And if we can't stick together (can't stick together)
    Oh, you're one of the living
    Who's gonna make it tonight?
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh

    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh

    Shoot bullets of fire
    They wanna fight and sometimes you got to
    You're some soul survivor
    There's just one thing you've got to know
    You got ten more thousand years to go

    Because you're one of the living
    And if we can't stick together (can't stick together)
    Oh, you're one of the living
    Who's gonna make it tonight?
    Who's gonna make it
    Oh, oh, ohh

    You're one of the living
    And you can't stick together (can't stick together)
    Oh, you're one of the living
    Who's gonna make it tonight?
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh

    One of the living
    And you can't stick together (can't stick together)
    Oh, you're one of the living
    Who's gonna make it tonight?
    Who's gonna make it, oh, ohh

    You're one of the living
    And you can't stick together (you can't stick together)
    Oh, you're one of the living
    Who's gonna make it tonight?
    Who's gonna make it, gonna make it, gonna make it (yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh)

    One of the living
    And you can't stick together (you can't stick together)
    Oh, you're one of the living
    Who's gonna make it tonight?
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh

    One of the living Writer/s: Holly Knight
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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