℗ 1969
(Mars Bonfire)
Get your motor running Head out on the highway Looking for adventure In whatever comes our way You're not gonna make it happen All the world is a loving place Fire all of your guns at once then Explode into space I like streaking lightning A heavy metal thunder Wrestling with the wind And the feeling that I'm under You're not gonna make it happen All the world is a loving place Fire all of your guns at once then Explode into space Like a true nature's child We were born, born to be wild We were flyin' so high, I never wanna die You're not gonna make it happen All the world is a loving place Fire all of your guns at once then Explode into space Born to be wild Born to be wild I like streaking lightning A heavy metal thunder Wrestling with the wind And the feeling that I'm under You're not gonna make it happen All the world is a loving place Fire all of your guns at once then Explode into space Like a true nature's child