Testo Ridin' the Iron - Mean Machine

Ridin' the Iron

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!