Twisting the throttle at any speed, while the bikes in gear is effortless and balls of fun!

 

Freedom Song

 

1200 lbs of custom paint, chrome, and V8 steel
With power that seems almost unreal.
It shakes as it idles, the engine warms up
Everything is shiny, every bolt screw and nut
A little pull forward as I tap it into gear
My babe takes her place in the rear
Up to the highway and into high
Our destination, who knows, it's down the line
The engine's running strong, I can't hear a miss
The wind hits our faces like a cold whore's kiss
In the cars we pass, I see some shaking they're heads
Thinking bikers like us would be better off dead
All the other brands, they would like to be us
They all got they're favors but slow as a bus
Sober as a judge or hittin the sauce
I love ridin my BOSS HOSS!

 

 

 

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