Iron Horse - Born to loose.
He rides a road, that don't have no end,
An open highway, without any 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 lives his life, he's living it 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, when they go for the sun,
Together they'll fly, on the eternal run,
Wasted forever, on speed bikes and booze,
Yeah us and the brothers, you know we're all born to lose,
On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies, Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life
Ian Kilmister (The Lem)