Maybe I was born to be a motorcycle
With the dust in my eyes
And the bugs up in my teeth
It's just the wind and I have always had it going on
And the highway gives me my relief
Oh, my speedometer swells
It's me and my biker baby driving it straight to hell

Oh yes, I was born to be a motorcycle
From my chrome tailpipe
To my engine coolant intake
I can run from the cops like anybody can
But I'm gonna make it
I was made by the devil herself
And born for speed

Black, titanium body
Ripping through Mojave night as if it were a sheet
Some people call me Harley
Other people call me their Victory
Well, I'm nobody's machine
Yes, I'm the lone ranger
If you ride me, it just might mean your life

Oh yes, I was born to be a motorcycle
From my chrome tailpipe
To my engine coolant intake
I can run from the cops like anybody can
But I'm gonna make it
I was made by the devil herself
And born for speed