The Hell’s Angels

I beg your heart of chrome, and it really don't matter
You're the dog and I'm the bone, and it really don't matter
Are you the muscle or the machine, and it really don't matter?
Anonymous ain't so easy, and it really don't matter

I'm the devil in the big red machine, tell the Hell's Angels
All born to lose, but built for speed
Tell the Hell's Angels. Tell the Hell's Angels

The time you stole was borrowed, and it really don't matter
The road you chose was narrow, and it really don't matter

I'm the devil in the big red machine, tell the Hell's Angels
All born to lose, but built for speed
Tell the Hell's Angels. The Hell's Angels

Begging for tomorrow, living for today
Never getting out, buried yesterday

I'm the devil in the big red machine, tell the Hell's Angels
All born to lose, no misery
Tell the Hell's Angels. The Hell's Angels
The Hell's Angels. The Hell's Angels