Warlord

Manowar

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.