The Motorcycle Gang

The Motorcycle Gang A venue was set Folks came from miles around Just to hear the music & get down The band was wailing on their guitar A solo was underway The brews were flowing Suddenly the leader of the pack rolled in It was the captain along with his faithful regime All those Harley's on a free spirit scene The smell of pot was everywhere what a blur It was all sex, drugs & rock and roll The gang circled around A white flag was flown There was a specific truce to part They were running with the wolf pack Feelings that there never coming back Grab a lady and take her for a swing They all carried a piece Such rebels on the burning strip A life on a pleasurable trip A soul based on fun out on the run No faith based all run on sight No laboring for the legal tender For that is there right Give the finger to the fuzz Leather pants with eyes in a trance Eyes filled with tombstones in their head Some have said it's the walking dead A rap sheet that runs a mile long Take it to the limit is there favorite song A free will with a free bird spirit intact They were all legends in there own right There the sons of thunder rolling clowns in life's big circus