Skill Of Chill
On
the road wild child the road never comes to an end
Thousands
of comrades but who to call friend?
Blood
brothers an oath taken with sacred red
Kicking
back on the attack until you’re dead
Revving
up the engines feel the thrill
The
feature of the theatre score to kill
Riding
high in the skill of chill
Ride
till you die in the skill of chill
Hell
has no angels the devil only speaks in lies
Blazing
hot heat you’ve got your alibies
So
many deals you can’t keep the money straight
Who’s
pointing the finger there’s plenty of hate?
Revving
up the engines feel the thrill
The
feature of the theatre score to kill
Riding
high in the skill of chill
Ride
till you die in the skill of chill
Your
babe holds on tight she’ll be riding you through the night
Rise
and fall the primal call it don’t feel right
Two
hearts beating you staring into the void
Sweetheart
with a sinister smile you’re annoyed
Revving
up the engines feel the thrill
The
feature of the theatre score to kill
Riding
high in the skill of chill
Ride
till you die in the skill of chill
Gun
shots fire whose shooting who?
Some
in colors others wearing blue
Lords
of anarchy you ain’t got a clue
Gun
shots fire whose shooting who?
Your
old lady she’s been talking with the FBI
Solid
evidence that you can’t deny
You’re
looking at life and maybe some more
Ain’t
no bluff in handcuffs walking out the door
Revving
up the engines feel the thrill
The
feature of the theatre score to kill
Riding
high in the skill of chill
Ride
till you die in the skill of chill
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