The Biker's Life.

A tribute to a couple of friends I lost in my biking days.

My bike's my life,
my bike's my death,
what evers over,
Share amongst the rest.

A bikers life is short to last,
if he rides it very fast.

The sun won't rise, the sun won't set,
once his landed in that net.

He rides a road so long and straight,
and never more shall be late.

He rides a road with bends and curves,
and never more shall be heard.

To hell this man is sure to go.
To hell with him to make him slow.

You'll never make a biker slow,
To hell with them all, and off I go.