4 acessos
They don't need no sticks
They don't need no chains
They ain't got no bullshit in their brains
They need a machine
A tank full of gas
A woman in the back
A swig and some grass
Speed, leather and danger
Life means road to road
dare-devils, cool adventure
Burning fire in their soul
They don't need no fights
To get in the mood
But they hate the unfairness
And fight for the good
A roaring train
Was born to move
They follow the band
Who's playin' their groove