Last Rebell of His Time

I kickstart my bike, the day, the life, the future The asphalt's bleeding under my wheels No destination, just the open highway I am the iron, I am the steel The world is turning but I stand still A lone wolf howling on a distant hill You live in chains, but I break free There is no other way for me! The meaning of life is to live to ride! Or die trying with your eyes open wide! Chopper shit forever, roaring through the night An outlaw, the last rebel, holding onto the light! Ride or die! Chopper shit forever! Ride or die! Dust on my leather, wind in my face They try to catch me but I leave no trace A dying breed in a world gone cold A story written in a heart of gold Yeah, they call me a criminal, they call me a ghost... But I'm the one who loves this freedom the most! Hold on tight! The meaning of life is to live to ride! Or die trying with your eyes open wide! Chopper shit forever, roaring through the night An outlaw, the last rebel, holding onto the light! The last rebel... of his time! Chopper shit forever!