Hearts of fire
Streets of stone
Modern warriors
Saddle iron horses of chrome

Taste the wild
Lick the wind
Like something they never saw before
Their jaws dropping to the floor
Steel made of soul and sin

Rebels born without a care
And the day he listens
Only to fly where eagles dare
And the night she whispers
 [bad word] 
Ride the wind [bad word] back until I touch the midnight sun
Ride the wind [bad word] back again
Ride the wind [bad word] back until I touch the midnight sun

Painted flesh
Loyalty
Humble pride
Just as far as the eye can see

Stories told
Two old friends
Of battle scars and lonely bars
And nights the rain wouldnt end

Heres to withered eyes wearing gypsy smiles
And the day he listens
Heres to lovely ladies and a million miles
And the night she whispers
 [bad word] 
Ride the wind
Im still the bravest soul in sin,
Burning till the night is done.

Solo

Of all the [bad word] and lies
And stories of riders in the sky
They say only the bravest try
Where eagles and angels dare to fly