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 colors, 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, ferociously stoned,
On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,
Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life.
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,
The 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.
