Wait, listen
Hey, what, what's this supposed to be?
She's only sixteen
Come here you
Hey, she wanted it, man
When you see me coming
Flying down the road
You know I ain't afraid to lay it down
Yeah, got me some leather
Leather is my skin
Black and chrome flashing
Through the town
Some call me the warlord
Cause I'm a goddamn fast machine
Young and hungry
Not too proud and mean
Ride, ride, ride
I'm the warlord of the road
Riding, riding, riding
Ain't never growing old
Take what I want and I go where I please
Got the world right by the balls
This world ain't big enough
To keep me down
Yeah, we're living in a sick world
The man on the TV said we got
Lots of trouble overseas
Well, what the Hell do I care?
You think they care about me?
Stop sending money
Send them all a bomb
Ride, ride, ride
I'm the warlord of the road
Riding, riding, riding
Ain't never growing old
Born to live in a fast lane
On a chopped up Harley D
Smell that oil and high test gasoline
Never got a shortage of girls
To share my seat
Well, they all want to know
What people say is true
You know, get a biker started
And he'll drive all damn night
Well, hold on, honey
Cause this ride's for a ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride
I'm the warlord of the road
Riding, riding, riding
Ain't never growing old
Ride, ride, ride
I'm the warlord of the road
Riding, riding, riding
Ride, ride, ride
I'm the warlord of the road
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