Bat Out of Basildon-The Tangent

歌手 : The Tangent
语种 : 英语
时长 : 05:54

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TXT Bat Out of Basildon-The Tangent 文本歌词

Bat Out of Basildon - The Tangent
He's only as old as his helmet and no one can see his grey hair
Through the dark tinted perspex sun visor as he breathes in the open freeway air
There's a two hour queue out of Stansted and an age on the M25
A line of artics that stretches to Yorkshire
But this guy's still glad to be alive
Half his world in his topcase the other half in his sack
As he overtakes the juggernauts of his past
This guy's never looking back
He lives his life on the white lines
He's the spirit of old 66
Three hundred kilos of man and machine still
Still getting their kicks
He's still dreaming of summers on the open road
The path that he's chosen is no more than he's owed
And his freedom comes in horsepower it seems
The apehanger bars seem to suit him so well
He's an easy rider
He's a bat out of hell
He's the leader of the pack
He's an angel in the raw
But no-one writes those biker songs no more
Basildon glows on the distant horizon like he's coming down to LA
The rain's sheeting in from imagined mountains but while the traffic works he plays
He's only as old as his helmet and he only got it last week
And the exhaust sounds like a f**king rock band
And the cops only see a silver streak
He's got born to be wild on the walkman
And the devil tattoo doesn't show
But the guy from the chip shop down your street
Is a heavy metal God of the road
He's still dreaming of summers on the open road
The path that he's chosen is no more than he's owed
And his freedom comes in horsepower it seems
The apehanger bars seem to suit him so well
He's an easy rider
He's a bat out of hell
He's the leader of the pack
He's an angel in the raw
But no-one writes those biker songs no more
But no-one writes those biker songs no more
He's still dreaming of summers on the open road
The path that he's chosen is no more than he's owed
And his freedom comes in horsepower it seems
The apehanger bars seem to suit him so well
He's an easy rider
He's a bat out of hell
He's the leader of the pack
He's an angel in the raw
And the sun has just set behind the Rockies tonight
On the roads by the Med will the water shines bright
There's chrome by the roadhouses and dark-eyed chicks at the bar
There's camp fires burning and there's bands on the stage