5 acessos
We ride the wind,
That you love to feel.
We chase the storms,
That you always fear.
We're livin life,
On the razor edge.
We're all thrown out,
From the gates of the hell.
And you can, never make us stop
To live the way we do.
We are mean, we are bad,
So look out when we come.
Heavy-metal cowboys
Heavy-metal cowboys
Heavy-metal cowboys
Riding horses made of steel
We're the wanted ones,
In the heavens n the hell.
We can burn a paradise,
Raise havoc in the hell.
We sing the sleazy blues,
Hold the six string in the hand,
We drink the devil's rain,
Break all the rules you can't.
And you can, never make us stop
To live the way we do
We are mean, we are bad
So look out when we come.
Heavy-metal cowboys
Heavy-metal cowboys
Heavy-metal cowboys
Riding horses made of steel