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Gilby Clarke - The Hell`s Angels Gilby Clarke - The Hell`s Angels |
| The Hell's Angels
I beg your heart of chrome
And it really don't matter
You're the dog and you`re the bone
And it really don't matter
Are you the muscle on the machine
And it really don't matter
Anonymous ain't so easy
And it really don't matter
I'm the devil in the big red machine,
Tell the Hell's Angels
All born to lose, but built for speed
Tell the Hell's Angels, the Hell's Angels
The time you stole was borrowed
And it really don't matter
The road you chose was narrow
And it really don't mater
I'm the devil in the big red machine
Tell the Hell's Angels
All born to lose, but built for speed
Tell the Hell's Angels, the Hell's Angels
The Hell's Angels
Begging for tomorrow, living for today
Never getting out, buried yesterday
Oh
I'm the devil in the big red machine
Tell the Hell's Angels
All born to lose, no misery
Tell the Hell's Angels, the Hell's Angels
The Hell's Angels, the Hell's Angels
The Hell's Angels
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