Lyrics

Band of brothers, Crooked, straight, gonna make our stand
Driving through the dead of night. Won’t you lend a hand
Finally playing East LA, make it to the top
Write some songs along the way. Where’s this gonna stop?

We’re going down ... all the way to East LA
Might as Well be driving to Gethsemane
The band is hot, people are talking, broken dream will all be forgotten
We’re going down down down !

Headless Horsemen on the road, or so they say!
Broken legs Sweatin’ blood. Still we gotta play!
Wicked hand, joined the band When’s he gonna show?
The stage is hot, we own crowd, a circuit’s gonna blow

We’re going down ... all the way to East LA
Might as Well be driving to Gethsemane
The band is hot, people are talking, broken dream will all be forgotten
We’re going down down down !

Guitar solo

Promised Land, made our stand, time to get away
Driving home , broken lines, Nothing is the same
Felt like stars, hotel bars, Castles in the air
Played our own in East LA, goin’ back someday

We’re going down ... all the way to East LA
Might as Well be driving to Gethsemane
The band is hot, people are talking, broken dream will all be forgotten
We’re going down down down !

We’re going down ... all the way to East LA
Might as Well be driving to Gethsemane
The band is hot, people are talking, broken dream will all be forgotten
We’re going down down down !
We’re going down down down !