Warlord (live)

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 n chrome flashin' through the town. Some call me the WARLORD 'cause I'm a GOD-DAMN bad machine, young n hungry, not too proud n mean Ride, ride, ride, I'm the WARLORD of the road, Riding, riding, riding, ain't never growin 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. Yea we're livin' in a sick world. The man on the T.V. said we got lotsa trouble overseas, well what the hell do I care? Think they care about me? Stop sending money send em all a bomb. Ride, ride, ride, I'm the WARLORD of the road, Ridin, ridin, ridin, ain't 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 n 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, ridin, ridin, ain't never growin old.