Go Harley

V1
Sunrise in front of him
another day’s ride begins
tank full of gasoline
Headfirst into the wind
Motorcycle maniac
and the madness that it brings
Chorus
A Devils disciple
Satan's Son
Wings of an Angel
From Hell he comes
A Pan head Harley
Full throttle on
you can feel the noise
of two and half tonnes
V2
He rides life into his soul
Listening to Rock and Roll
Black boots sat back to beg
chopper forks and deaths head
leaves behind a tire track
One of these days he won’t be back
Chorus
V3
A silver streak dipped in chrome
the engines hot heading home
lost down that long straight road
following the biker’s code
Another town passing through
On the road a one-man crew
Guitar break 1
A Devils disciple
Satan's Son
Wings of an Angel
From Hell he comes
Guitar break 2
V4
Every day he rides the same
People think he’s insane
Head down and hammer on
fixed stare his mind has gone
Out there on route fifty-five
She appeared needing a ride
Just as bad with souls to sell
Together on their road to Hell