I thought it said I'd like to Eat...Weeds a hell of a drug..They say my bike’s a relic of days long since past That it’s best times are over, and really not all that fast They say that it’s too risky, why would you ride that thing? Don’t you know one day, you’ll be in a body sling?Isn’t that thing illegal, didn’t Uncle Sam say stop? Didn’t they already throw in the towel, and call that thing a flop? The chassis cut in half with a torch, the motor pulled and stashed You say you did me a favor, stopping me before I crashedThe magic, pride, joy, and thrill that I’ve had over the years Will never be forgotten just because of somebody’s fears 1 wheel, 2 wheels, 3 wheels or 4 How you ride it means much moreYou said that things were better now, felt like you were in heaven Since all those blasted 3 wheel machines died in ‘87 Yet here I remain in the saddle of my infamous atc Just to remind you that you didn’t get the better of meAlthough my bike is unstable as you would like to say I couldn’t imagine myself riding in any other way You say that I’ll regret it, that I must not be too keen All you’re really admitting is that you don’t know how to “leanâ€You tell me 4 wheels are better, that it’s a safer way to ride I’ll try to keep that in mind my friend, the next time I roost your hide You say 4 wheels are superior, modern marvels of the time You just keep on thinking that when you see me turn on a dimeBanshees, warriors, blasters, and the ultimate raptor rule? You go ahead and pay 5 grand, and you’ll look really cool I choose Tri-Z’s, 350X’s, tecate’s, and 250r’s To me they are and will remain the true shining starsScoff, laugh, and jester all you like about my toy Say it’s a joke, a pansy ride, built for a little boy One day you’ll see me fly past you, in a blurry flash of light With roost on your head and dust in your eyes you’ll realize that I’m rightTo those of you who’ll join me, to be proud to ride 3 wheels Don’t ever forget the joy you’ve had and how exciting it feels We may be the few, the brave, the last of a dying breed But our atc’s still live on, and quench our thirst for speed.
Zlad the Impaler !!!
The Original...Death Remix...