Hell's Angel

This is what happens when you listen to AC/DC and write poetry

Hell's Angel

Listen my biker brothers
To the sound of my righteous ride
One real bad ass chopper
A mean fire breathin' superglide

Yeh, just my bad ass ride
My bad, bad superglide

Rode down route sixty six
The Devil rides today on two wheels
Gettin' my daily speed fix
Really know how the hard road feels

Yeh, the Devil takes a ride
On my bad ass superglide

Stoppin' in every biker bar
Raisin' hell in every town I pass
Drinkin' from a mason jar
Gettin' high on home grown grass

The Devil takes his ride
Yeh, Yeh he takes a ride

The man's bitchin' bout me
Couldn't see I was doin' no harm
Jealous of me bein' free
The skull and bones on my arm

Yeh, he rides, rides, rides
One bad ass mean superglide

The man wants to kick my ass
but he knows he ain't got the time
I'm just havin' a blast
Chasin' dreams down the center line

Yeh, Yeh, Yeh a bad ride
Yeh, Yeh the Devil's ride
Yeh, a Hell's Angels' glide


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