The Devil's face was on your shoulders.

I ran for the door when you showed your face

only you beat me to the place I could escape.

You said, "now that you've seen me I can't let you go

you are here for tonight and forever more.

You are my prisoner."

A night of fun ahead turned out to be a gun to my head.

I told him to go ahead and put me out of my misery.

He ripped off my clothes and had his way with me.

Even though it took six years

I used what he had taught me against him

and I escaped to a much better fate.

Hear the distinctive sound of a Harley.

Just gaze upon it's beauty.

Feel the wind blowing through your hair.

It's a wind song

that only the chosen can feel and hear.

By riding solo the intensity of freedom

encompasses your very being.

By riding in groups the brotherhood emerges

and an all powerful feeling surges.

Some are born to ride.

Few realize it's true glory.

I am destined to ride to the wind song

because I chose a Harley Davidson.