Meeting up at 5, wearin’ leather and spikes
We’re hot, armed and ready for the metal night
Fuel tank is low but we don’t give a damn
Turn up the radio and let’s bang our head
Flashing on the highway I don’t care that much
Even if the car is a pain in the ass
200 Bucks and a steady light
All I’ve got to reach is my metal tribe
Fighting down at 9, still in leather and spikes
We’re hot, armed and ready for the metal night
We’re on the highway blues
We’re on the highway
Now I know that my life is meant to be
Now I’m shredding the guitar
Now I know that my life is meant to be
Now I’m speeding on bass
Now I know that my life is meant to be
Now I smashing the drums
Now I know!
Now I’m shouting my pain!
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