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.