Lyrics:
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like
She's hairdresser hot (hot) motorcycle mean (mean)
Hillbilly helmet, every country boy's dream (I must be dreamin!)
She cooks like her momma do,
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like
He wore black denim trousers and motorcycle boots
And a black leather jacket with an eagle on the back
He had a hopped-up 'cicle that took off like
saw you on the subway
You were headed for the tunnel
Me the door
I pressed my face against the glass
You sped by me in a flash
Like a motorcycle
freezing in those clothes
He won't go for the carrot
They beat him by the pole
Some sunny day confronted by his soul
He's out at sea, too far off, he
to death,
Hand prints on her jeans, she would have just got up and left,
That's when she saw Benny standing over by the bar,
Sat back down, and waited 'til he
her half to death.
Hand prints on her jeans, she woulda just got up and left.
But that's when she saw benny standing over by the bar.
She sat back
some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!
I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
Got a big-titty girly by the name
seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me
I'm mean 'n I'm bad, why'know I ain't no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by
by me painting a freeway to go far
But I ride his motorcycle round and round him twenty times
I go nowhere twenty times
Oh, every time I do put
They call the lycan that's my scientific name
I was born by the moonlight in the fullest of ways
And when the timing's right you might feel my pain
I
an octagon hat With octagon underwear taking an octagon bath With octagon soap my octagon motorcycle made By octagon bikes Stand up late in octagon heights
a pair of boots from Rick?
Had to tell that lil' girl don't trip
Cool blood, but my money Crip
Got clap on lights no flick
Can't take no pic, no flick
and quietly laughing
Surrounded by demons
I'm an angel and they all want me
And to this day
Memories of shadows haunt me
From the years when I was young
pigtails And patent leather?
In love before I met you
Before motorcycles and scuffed boots?
Entranced by your kind eyes
Enamored By your dark guise.
I saw
I heard about a man
About a wolf that punishes
With the mind hidden in the sewers
Flooded with anger, infested by the smell of hate
Damaging him
boot, I don't care, I'm the new John Wayne
A slid a cart to my brother like Nintendo games
Or an MP3, a new TV, a hood CD
One, two, three, you can bet
motorcycle won't start
Four kicks to the back tire
You're a goddamn work of art
Marching through the gutter
By the side of the road
Your hat is wet, two boots
dress I bought in the store.
Motorcycle boots on the floor.
(Chorus)
Sirens up on the street,
Smoke is burning my eyes.
And the neighbors are
will wears his engineer boots
motorcycle jacket black jeans nowhere to go
nothing to do so much has gone
wrong and so much is bad but sharing
this music
to you
You say that's not enough
I'll be the Terminator, toss you right onto the stove
And that's some hot stuff
Gimme your clothes, boots and motorcycle
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