Warlord - Manowar

When you see me comin’flying down the road

You know I ain’t afraid to lay it down

Yea got me some leather.

Leather is my skin

Black’n’chrome flashin’through the town.

Some call me the WARLORD 'cause I’m a god-damn

bad machine, young’n’hungry, not too proud’n’mean

Ride, ride, ride, I’m the WARLORD of the road,

Riding, riding, riding, ain’t never growin’old.

Take what I want and I go where I please

Got the world right by the balls.

This world ain’t

big enough to keep me down.

Yea we’re livin'

in a sick world.

The man on the T.V. said we got lotsa trouble overseas, well what the hell

do I care?

Think they care about me?

Stop sending money send’em all a bomb.

Ride, ride, ride, I’m the WARLORD of the road,

Ridin', ridin', ridin', ain’t never growin’old.

Born to live in the fast lane on a chopped up Harley-D, smell that oil and high test gasoline.

Never got a shortage of girls to share my seat.

Well they all want to know what people say is true,

You know, get a biker started 'n he’ll drive all

damn night.

Well hold on honey 'cause this ride’s

for a ride.

Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride

I’m the WARLORD of the road.

Ridin', ridin', ridin', ain’t never growin’old.