I know and live in a rocktr's band
on the "down" side of the town
nobody cares about the future, nobody knows a fear.
This is a feeling and a dress
burning their dreams day by day
everyone pays the price, the price for "to live"
every day is a race, every day is a race with the devil.

We carry in with a bad reputation
we're damned to live on the run
we just go on our wheels of fire, riding in the sun.
The people just don't realize
we're angry just because of them
they gonna pay the price. Nobody knows the "when".
Every day is a race with the devil.

Running on the highway
long and dark, shiny and black your motorcycle speeds
flying on the highway
knocking down the time just like a thunder in the sky.