When You See Me Comin Flying Down The Road
You Know I Ain’t Afraid To Lay It Down
Yea Got Me Some Leather Leather Is My Skin
Black And Chrome Flashin Through The Town
Some Call Me The Warlord Cause Iím A Goddamn Bad Machine
Young And Hungry Not Too Proud And Mean
Ride Ride Ride Iím The Warlord Of The Road
Ridin Ridin Ridin Ainít Never Growin Old
Take What I Want And I Go Where I Please
Got The World Right By The Balls
This World Ainít Big Enough To Keep Me Down
Yea Weíre Livin In A Sick World
The Man On The T V said We Got Lots of Trouble Overseas
Well What The Hell Do I Care
You Think They Care About Me
Stop Sendin Money Send Em All A Bomb
Ride Ride Ride Iím The Warlord Of The Road
Ridin Ridin Ridin Ainít Never Growin Old
Born To Live In The 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 Rideís For A Ride
Ride
Ride Ride Ride Iím The Warlord Of The Road
Ridin Ridin Ridin Ainít Never Growin Old