Riding Free (The song from Psychomania)
And the world never knew his name, but the chosen few knew of his fate, come join his company... Riding free.
He really got it on.
He rode that sweet machine just like a bomb.
He felt her in his soul,
But no one there could find him,
Feeling that they could not understand,
He took his life with his own hand.
And the world never knew his name, but the chosen few knew of his fate, come join his company... Riding free.
They tried to tie him down,
To make him place his two feet on the ground,
How could they treat him so,
To ride was more than living,
They tried to clip his wings just like a fly,
So instead of standing still he chose to die.
Through mean and dusty bend,
He leans her ever inward like a friend,
He rides her to the ground,
His heels the black earth jetting,
A haze of blue smoke fretting,
A holy sound of revving fills the sky,
You can see the ghostly rider passing by.
And the world never knew his name, but the chosen few knew of his fate, come join his company... Riding free.
And the world never knew his name, but the chosen few knew of his fate, come join his company... Riding free, riding fee, riding freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
