BIKER LORD
(words: Hugh Gilmour)
He takes the road
He owns the road
And the road goes on for ever
Flesh and bone
Steel and chrome
Fused as one together
Burning rubber, steel and chrome
White lines, asphalt
An iron shell
So clear the road
Of blood and bone
The Angels have left Hell
Biker Lord
Comes for his Crown
Biker Lord
He’ll run you down
He takes the road
He owns the road
And the road goes on for ever
Flesh and bone
Steel and chrome
Fused as one together
Burning rubber, steel and chrome
White lines, asphalt
An iron shell
So clear the road
Of blood and bone
The Angels have left Hell
Oil and gas
Sweat and grease
Mixed as one
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