I know man, how it feels – they say we’re no good They say clean up the neighborhood They say throw them out of town They can’t stand the motorcycle gang
Fuck’em man, just kick the gas And spin your wheels Runnin’ wild as nature’s child
Kick the gas and spin your wheels Go to any place at will ‘Cause you’re free and runnin’ wild Show those bastards you’re a nature’s child
Spin your wheels keep runnin’ wild You’ve been born a nature’s child Shining bikes – a state of art Fiery souls and beating hearts
Office life ain’t good for you Clerks don’t live – my point of view Show those jerks that life is wild Show those bastards you’re a nature’s child
Art and nature in the mitt Make our gang so damn unique Let good folks be meek and mild Biker is a nature’s child