THE WILDSIDE

THE WILDSIDE

We got ourselves a mob that won’t scrape or bow
And these wolves will pack – when it’s time to howl
We’ll introduce ourselves by kickin’ through the door
If you think you want some – then get up off the fucking floor!

These muthafucks are staying up for days
Got to fuck and fight all night, got to fly them colors right
Hitting hard in fifty different ways
Call ‘em up, time to ride
Headin’ for the Wildside

Celebrate the dead who can’t have their say
Respects for all before, throwin’ down the outlaw way

Once it starts too late to step away
Show up strong, prepare well, welcome to a rolling Hell
Out in force and showing oh so right
Fueled by booze and appetite
Ridin’ for the Wildside

We got ourselves a mob that won’t scrape or bow
And these wolves will pack – when it’s time to howl
We’ll introduce ourselves by kickin’ in the door
If you think you want some…Ha!