He rides a road,
That don't have no end,
An open highway,
Without any bends,
Tramp and his stallion,
Alone in a dream,
Proud in his colours,
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 road,
Lives life fast,
Don't try to hide,
When the die has been cast,
He rides the whirlwind,
That cuts to the bone,
Wasted forever,
And 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 slide,
On the eternal run,
Wasted forever,
On speed bikes and booze,
Yeah tramp and the brothers,
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.
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