LIVING, DEAD & CRAZY

The day I was born, Mama broke down and cried, Daddy drowned in whiskey, wrote his last goodbye. God looked down and grinned, said, “This oughta be fun!” Another no-good bastard, another loaded gun! I grew up in a garage, where the oil ran black, You'd think twice 'bout stealin' with a gun at your back. Chrome was shinin', engines roared like thunder, Hell's own angels came around and moved right under. Set the road on fire, let that engine scream! Ride like the Devil, tear apart the dream. Maybe I'm a sinner, maybe I'm a saint, I won't bow my head, though the pain leaves a stain. LET THE WIND HOWL, LET THE NIGHT IGNITE! My Harley tears through the edge of the night. And when the Devil shows up, I just grin, We're the livin', the dead, and the crazy we're in! I built myself a motor, mean as I was born, A loaded gun on wheels, with the devil's horn. We tore across the states, ran wild with angels, Left the whole damn world in flames and tangled. Maybe I'm the bad guy, maybe I'm the good, Sometimes I think, “Hey, Joe,” like a drifter would. I won't die with my hands tied behind my back, Face down in the dust? Hell, the earth won't take me back! Set the road on fire, let that engine scream! Ride like the Devil, tear apart the dream. Maybe I'm a sinner, maybe I'm a saint, I won't bow my head, though the pain leaves a stain. LET THE WIND HOWL, LET THE NIGHT IGNITE! My Harley tears through the edge of the night. And when the Devil shows up, I just grin, We're the livin', the dead, and the crazy we're in! Let the wind howl! Let the night ignite! Ride that Harley to the edge of the night! Raise some hell till the day we're gone— Livin', dead, and crazy till the break of dawn!