when you see me comin' flying down the road you know i ain't afraid to lay it down yea got me some leather. leather is my skin black'n'chrome flashin' through the town. some call me the warlord 'cause i'm a god-damn bad machine, young'n'hungry, not too proud'n'mean ride, ride, ride, i'm the warlord of the road, riding, riding, riding, ain't never growin' old. take what i want and i go where i please got the world right by the balls. this world ain't big enough to keep me down. yea we're livin' in a sick world. the man on the t.v. said we got lotsa trouble overseas, well what the hell do i care? think they care about me? stop sending money send'em all a bomb. ride, ride, ride, i'm the warlord of the road, ridin', ridin', ridin', ain't never growin' old. born to live in the fast lane on a chopped up harley-d, smell that oil and high test gasoline. never got a shortage of girls to share my seat. well they all want to know what people say is true, you know, get a biker started 'n he'll drive all damn night. well hold on honey 'cause this ride's for a ride. ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride i'm the warlord of the road. ridin', ridin', ridin', ain't never growin' old.