The Legend of Rider

The Legend of Rider

I'm bigger than the life-size,
meaner than the mean,
king of all that's wicked
the worst you've ever seen.

Ridin' on a lightning bolt
through the burning hail,
runnin' with a twister
to chase the Devil's tail.

I'm midnight's evil rider,
runnin' with the pack,
hunting with the eagles'
poised for the attack.

I growl at all the neighbors,
who dare to mow the grass,
walk across the burning coals
snack on broken glass.

I'm real rollin' thunder,
a biker iron clad,
rider of the center line,
epitome of bad.

If you're lookin' for some trouble,
I think you found your man,
try to keep your distance from;
the rider, if you can.

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