| When you see me comin’flying down the road
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| You know I ain’t afraid to lay it down
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| Yea got me some leather. |
| Leather is my skin
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| Black’n’chrome flashin’through the town.
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| Some call me the WARLORD 'cause I’m a god-damn
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| bad machine, young’n’hungry, not too proud’n’mean
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| Ride, ride, ride, I’m the WARLORD of the road,
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| Riding, riding, riding, ain’t never growin’old.
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| Take what I want and I go where I please
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| Got the world right by the balls. |
| This world ain’t
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| big enough to keep me down. |
| Yea we’re livin'
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| in a sick world. |
| The man on the T.V. said we got lotsa trouble overseas, well what the hell
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| do I care? |
| Think they care about me?
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| Stop sending money send’em all a bomb.
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| Ride, ride, ride, I’m the WARLORD of the road,
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| Ridin', ridin', ridin', ain’t never growin’old.
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| Born to live in the fast lane on a chopped up Harley-D, smell that oil and high test gasoline.
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| Never got a shortage of girls to share my seat.
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| Well they all want to know what people say is true,
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| You know, get a biker started 'n he’ll drive all
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| damn night. |
| Well hold on honey 'cause this ride’s
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| for a ride.
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| Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride
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| I’m the WARLORD of the road.
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| Ridin', ridin', ridin', ain’t never growin’old. |