THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

The wild boys are calling

On their way back from the fire

In August moon’s surrender to

A dust cloud on the rise

Wild boys fallen far from glory

Reckless and so hungered

On the razors edge you trail

Because there’s murder by the roadside

In a sore afraid new world

They tried to break us 

Looks like they’ll try again

Wild boys (wild boys) never lose it

Wild boys (wild boys) never chose this way

Wild boys (wild boys) never close your eyes

Wild boys always shine

Duran Duran, 1984