i want to be in a motercycle gang
gangreen and mean and fucked up all the time
picture me on the back of a harley
leather-clad and bad and driving fifty-five
i want to see things i'll never get to see
foreign bronze, klingons, naked girls with purple eyes
yeah, look at me - sad and low and lonely - dead-end job, a slob,
and fucked up all the time
i'm going nowhere i'd rather go somewhere instead
i'm gonna blow a hole through the back of my head
don't cry when I say good-bye