No, my bike's got nothing to prove
so baby, it must be me
living in a helluva a town
chompin the bit
to be free
Running the lights
cruising the edge
into the sun
yes, someday we'll see
Wrap your arms tight
I'll throttle us up
we've no more dues, or fees
Leaving at dawn
our blinders on
Hell yes, just you
and me
The demons and cops
they may try to stop
but that's too little too late
Souls scream as we yell
thru the gates of hell
Baby, I don't want to wait
Forever just me, and you
it's what we'll do
as our liberty
rings like
a bell
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
No, my bike's got nothing to prove
so baby, it must be me
living in a helluva a town
chompin the bit
to be free
Running the lights
cruising the edge
into the sun
yes, someday we'll see
Wrap your arms tight
I'll throttle us up
we've no more dues, or fees
Leaving at dawn
our blinders on
Hell yes, just you
and me
The demons and cops
they may try to stop
but that's too little too late
Souls scream as we yell
thru the gates of hell
Baby, I don't want to wait
Forever just me, and you
it's what we'll do
as our liberty
rings like
a bell
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