[Verse] Bare fists fly, chairs crash through the air, Breath reeks of beer, fury ain't fair, Leather jackets riding to the midnight dare, Dream lives in the rumble, tussle in the square. [Chorus] In the heart of the pub, souls collide, Under neon lights, where true grit resides, Raise your glass high, hear the biker’s pride, In this barroom symphony, we can't hide. [Verse 2] Roarin’ engines whisper tales of the past, Whiskey spills, shattered glass contrast, Brotherhood bound by steel so steadfast, Out in the streets, the memories forecast. [Bridge] Blades in our boots, hearts fierce with fire, Rage and desire fuel the biker's choir, Embers of freedom, our lone satire, Rolling thunder on roads we aspire. [Verse 3] Scarred knuckles tap, tales exchanged in smoke, Every drink a memory, every story a cloak, Pub-grit life, ain't no regular folk, Speakers blaring, echoes of our invoke. [Chorus] In the heart of the pub, souls collide, Under neon lights, where true grit resides, Raise your glass high, hear the biker’s pride, In this barroom symphony, we can't hide.
