Driving the highway with nothing to do
Future fading away
The stereo are pumping Metallica tunes
Ride the lightning, oh yeah
The car might be broken, my clothes smell like dirt
Born to ramble and play
Play with fire, drunk in denial
Always in for a fight

I've been in the dark side (of) town
They are bringing me in
They call me The Wild Rover Of Hell
I'm fighting for nickels and a dime, for the rules I always break
See all the blood I've spilt, I'll still be the haunted

Stitching my wounds like Rambo, for fanden
Damage complete and done
Some had the better, and some had the worse
Walk a mile in quicksand
Spending the last bucks on whiskey and beers
Oh how clever I am
The dice keeps on tumbling, my will still unbroken
But how long will it last

I'm fighting them all big or small, my friend
Just show me the dollars
I end up losing it all again
Repeating the story


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    Lyric Correction"The car might be broken" could be "The car might be stolen", otherwise, these lyrics appear spot-on.
    Slider146on July 01, 2012   Link
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    General Commentthese lyrics are so off you almost could write a whole new song with them.
    funeraldanceron November 07, 2009   Link

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