Whipping through the wastes, we're wild men on our way
Against the discolored sun we're riding on the wind
On this highway, we can't stop for a break
We will uncover the legend of the wastes

A relic from the past...
Limitless energy...

The Omega Generator is spoken of in song
From a time before the bombs made this world a living hell
Every rocket gang seeks the same thing we do
But if they get there first we're all doomed...

Watch out! We're coming!
Wild jet engines, wasters cringing
Rocket Highway, rockin' my way,
These bastards don't fuck around
Mount up! Ignition!
Swinging chains and taking names,
Rocket Highway, rockin' my way,
You better watch your back!

On this highway, we can't stop for a break
We will uncover the legend of the wastes

Watch out! We're coming!
Wild jet engines, wasters cringing
Rocket Highway, rockin' my way,
These bastards don't fuck around
Mount up! Ignition!
Swinging chains and taking names,
Rocket Highway, rockin' my way,
You better watch your back!

Jetbikes, don't ever give in
Ride on, my friends
To glory and to riches
We can't ever give up
While there is still hope,
I'll go on and on and on and on and on...

[spoken]In a hopeless future, few dare ride the infamous Rocket Highway
The search for the Omega Generator, a source of limitless energy,
causes the brave and the foolish to face its horrors, and we are among them.
For the sake of mankind, we ride on.