Ridin' the Iron - Mean Machine

I’m mad, driving to your city, I’m badass to the bone

Where I step, I said where I step, the grass grows up no more

Used to be hated and used to be excluded

Trying to rule my life bearing with bastards like you

I’ve got to run away and break the law

Rock ‘n' roll music for the rock ‘n' roll souls

I’ve got no money in my pocket

But I know what I’m made for

Ridin' the iron!

Ridin' the iron!

Shut up, I’m gonna break your teeth if you interrupt me when I talk

I’m the hungry wild dog and you can’t see me when I come

I take the bitch and I take the road

All I need are a hundred kilometers and no speed limit all night long

I’ve got to run away and break the law

Rock ‘n' roll music for the rock ‘n' roll souls

I’ve got no money in my pocket

But I know what I’m made for

Ridin' the iron!

Ridin' the iron!

Ridin' the iron!

Ridin' the iron!

I’ve got to run away and break the law

Rock ‘n' roll music for the rock ‘n' roll souls

I’ve got no money in my pocket

But I know what I’m made for

Ridin' the iron!

Ridin' the iron!

Ridin' the iron!

Ridin' the iron!

Ridin' the iron motherfucker!