We're all preaching lies
And we don't even know

We're all low life scum
When we have no idea what we're doing

We're all out of control
With no basis to set our standards

So we buy motorbikes
And ride through the night

To our hearts content we roll
As fast as we can we weave through the streets

Carving away with every turn,
Some part of our life we wish to forget

It is my will that I burn two stroke
And leave a cloud of blue smoke