Burnt Alive (Rocket from the Crypt)

One, two Where were you back in 1953? Too young to remember, but old enough to say That war lied Did you hold a hair on the back of your neck Put a song in your head and memorize a bit Said, "War slide" Savor every tear, and you favor every tear Ride on Be ready, be ready, be ready I like to ride on Be ready, be ready, be ready I like to ride on Be ready, be ready, oh, be ready I like to ride on Be ready, oh, be ready, be ready Burnt alive, so burnt alive Burnt alive, burnt alive Do you remember 1968? Too dumb to worry but old enough to hate It and hide A death to remember, photos came out gray Finger printed bruises or finger painted face When and why Did you drop the bomb on the back of her head? Ride on Be ready, be ready, be ready I like to ride on Be ready, oh, be ready, oh, be ready I like to ride on Be ready, be ready, be ready I like to ride on Be ready, oh, be ready, oh, be ready I like to Burnt alive, so burnt alive Burnt alive, burnt alive Still there's reason to apologize For my thoughts And who made me feel so sorry too? You made me admit Still, there's reason to apologize It's all my fault And who made me feel so sorry too? You made me admit Ride on Be ready, be ready, be ready I like to ride on Be ready, be ready, be ready I like to ride on Be ready, oh, be ready, be ready I like to ride on Be ready, oh, be ready, be ready Burnt alive, burnt alive Burnt alive, yeah, burnt alive