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My bike is my bitch & I love her to death.
she's broken my bones & knocked out my breath.
Her paint tells a story & every dent is well known.
As I ride down the highway you can hear my bitch moan.
95 MPH. one more gear left to try,straigt down the highway past a cop do I fly.
Cheries a flash'n his siren now wails,try'n his damndest to catch me ,, I laugh as he fails.
My bike is my bitchI love her it's true, when I poped that last gear I hit 152 !
From miles away you can her still hear her scream,I'm tell'n ya Bro my Bitch is MEAN!!
Bikes & Babes & Whiskey Days
Free live'n & love'n are this bikers ways
A thick thirty for breakfast, a frsh bowl for lunch
Shaved pussy for dinner no hair to munch
On a warm summers eve as the suns going down
Riding the highways is where I can be found
Sorounded by brothers I roll thirty deep
I know when I'm dead I'll catch up on sleep
Bikes & Babes & Whiskey days
I'm love'n my life for my biker ways
A freash bowl for breakfast, a thick thirty for lunch
a pretty young redhaed thrown in for brunch
Long gone are the days when I was beginer
I'mlive'n it large with the Saints & Sinners
BEHIND THIER WHITE PICKET FENCE THEY LIVE TUCKED SAFELY AWAY
IN SCHOOL WITH A BOOK OR AN OFFICE AT WORK ,,, IS THIER DAY
LATER AT NIGHT AROUND THE TABLE AS A FAMILY THEY PRAY
ON THE WEEKENDS WITH KITES AND FRISSBEE'S THEY PLAY
THEN .. OUT OF NOWHERE.. LOUD PIPES UP THEY WAY ..
A BIKER APEARS ,, A STAIN ON THIER DAY LONG HAIRED & SCRUFFYHIS CLOTHES ON THE FRAY. DO THEY GREET HIM WITH WELCOME OR EVEN SAY HEY ??
NO ... WITH LOATHING & FEAR THEY TURN AWAY
THE SCRUFFY OLD BIKER IS UNWELCOME TO STAY
BUT HE UNDERSTANDS, FOR BEING HIMSELF THIS IS THE PRICE THAT HE PAYS .
SO HE GATHERS HIS THINGS AND PACKS THEM AWAY
A TOY RUN IS SCHEDULED FOR LATER THAT DAY
AS HE RIDES FOR THE TOT'S BAD WEATHER HOLDS SWAY
DOES THE WIND & RAIN END HIS RUN ?
HE SAYS NO FUK'N WAY !!!
THIER ARE FAMILES OUT THERE WITH BILLS THEY CANT PAY & AND WIDE EYED CHILDREN WHO NEED GIFTS CHRISTMASS DAY !!
LATER THAT NIGHT SOAKED TO THE BONE IN HIS BED AS HE LAYS ....
A FEVER & COUGHSET IN TO STAY ..
AND UNMOURNED DOES THE SCRUFFY OLD BIKER PASS AWAY
WITH JOY WILL THOSE CHILDER OPEN THIER GIFTS CHRISTMAS DAY ,,
BOUGHT & PAID FOR WITH A BIKERS LAST DAY
AND YOU ARE SO GRATEFULL FOR THE TOYS WITH WHICH THE CHILDREN NOW PLAY
BUT DO YOU KNOW WHERE THEY CAME FROM ?.. WITH SHAME YOU SAY NAY
BEHIND YOUR WHITE PICKET FENCE YOU LIVE TUCKED SAFELY AWAY
LOCKING YOUR DOORS TO KEEP SCRUFFY OLD BIKERS AT BAY
BUT KNOW FOR THE JOY OF YOUR CHILDREN
WITH HIS LIFE DID A SCRUFFY OLD BIKER PAY
I KNOW SOME THINGS ARE HARD TO HEAR,,,, LIKE TAKE A LONG WALK OFF A SHORT PIER ....
BUT NOT TO WORRY ,, NOT TO FEAR ,,, FOR THINGS ARE NOT AS THEY APPEAR....
FORE I WAIT BELOW ,, TO CATCH YOU DEAR ...
