Pretty cool painted picture
of a run away motorcycle gang...
well that's what I'm getting out of it!
I like it!
Wish I had the balls
to be a complete asshole
and have the ability to just
kick the snot out of anyone
who gets in my way LoL
How fuckin' great would that be!!
Street Meat
They're out on the streets
And they're playin' with disaster
Like a dog on a leash
Lookin' for his master
Lookin' for a cause
Without any reason
Yeah this is the time
This is the prowling season
Rumbling wheels under heavy machines
Take to the streets
Without any sense... any dream
Or fair play
Tumbling down all it meets
Their heartless
Painless leather clad fools
Livin' a life with unbelievable rules
Get in there
And you can say bye bye
To living this life
No it ain't no lie
Big fat tire tracks
Runnin' up and down your back
Empty beer cans
A few drops of blood
Signs of life are running low
Ain't gonna be no second show
All they've touched has turned to mud
All that's left is a soft sunset
And the sound of empty engine whines
Leaving us with no time to pretend
But to take a serios look
Between the lines
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