Manowar Warlord
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. Ridin', ridin', ridin', ain't never growin' old.
