Текст песни Motörhead - Iron Horse , Born To Loose

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He rides a road, that don't have no end, An open highway, that don't have no bends, Tramp and his stallion, alone in a dream, Proud in his colours, as the chromium gleams, On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies, Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life He rides the roads, he lives his life fast Don't try to hide, when the dice have been cast, He rides a whirlwind, that cuts to the bone, Wasted forever, and ferociously stoned, On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies, Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life Yeah, slide it to me! One day one day, they'll go for the sun, Together they'll fly, on the eternal run, Wasted forever, on speed bikes and booze, Yeah tramp and the brothers, say they're all born to lose, On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies, Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life

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