Iron Horse [40th Anniversary Master] - Motörhead

He rides a road, that don’t have no end

An open highway that don’t have no bends

Tramp

and his stallion,

alone in a dream

Proud in his colors

, as the

chromium gleams

On Iron Horse he flies,

on Iron Horse he gladly dies

Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life

He rides the roads, he lives his life fast

Don’t try to hide, when the dice have been cast

He rides a whirlwind that cuts to the bone

Wasted forever, ferociously stoned

On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies

Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life

Yeah, slide it to me

One day, one day, they’ll go for the sun

Together they’ll fly on the eternal run

Wasted forever on speed bikes and booze

Yeah, tramp and the brothers, say they’re all born to lose

On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies

Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life

Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life

Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life