You who have nothing
You bring the biker out in me
I can't understand it

You bring the biker out in me
You play the one-armed bandit
To them it's the norm for
Like an outlaw with a belief
Could ever see
Why people give you grief

Their arms around
Oh, but I'd never ride with another
In the struggle to obtain

That drive most people insane
The status and bogus desires
Anything so wild and free
You bring the biker out in me
A man to conform

Maybe they've never had
Because they've no interest

To a godless society
You bring the biker out in me
You bring the biker out in me
Well that might be true
Have something that only the one percent