Dirt and Grime cover my face,
and Greese is under my nails.
I’m an outlaw biker on a one way road
with a destiny in hell.
I’m a lone wolf, in this land of dogs.
I wear my colors on my back.
I’m full of loyalty and determination,
and guts I never lack.
I’m loyal to a creed,
the “biker” way of life
I’m loyal to the open road
weather it brings riches and glory, or strife.
I feel the rumble of my “hog”
as I sit on leather seats.
Its a feeling of pure extasy,
nothing else competes.
They call me an outlaw
because I don’t live by society’s rules
I learned how to live on the open road,
not in goverment controlled schools.
I leave this world as I came in,
naked and head first.
I leave this world of robots and clones,
full of hunger and thrist.
They hunger for  the freedom,
only an outlaw can feel.
They thirst for the knowledge,
of the hunt and the kill.
So as I set my pen down,
and roar into the night.
Know I’m an outlaw by choice,
not by circumstance or plight.