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They're drivin' on the highways

those new American heroes

to find out about the next place

where they can rage like demons

To break down some little town

and let go their feeling out

They dance where wine steams

and don't care though you scream

Nobody can control them or their will

and you can't fight against them

because they break you

they have to be the wild Hell's Angels

They're drivin' much and faster

than any drivers nowhere

like hurricanes with thunder

they're speeding straight to hell

They got on where music plays

and where they can play their real games

They don't notice the great beast

Satan himself is ridin' with them