Badlands

In the broken wings of a twisted Harley
On an angry twisted day
I'll make my stand and die like a man
The hard way

Inside an empty ring of faces
Faceless in the street
I'll be a sailor
Christ, I'm a sailor
And sail in the concrete

Ride with me
Ride with me
I'll make my stand
And die like a man in the badlands

Ride with me
Ride with me
I'll make my stand
And die like a man in the badlands

They built a brand new highway
Where my home used to be
And a neon flood of lightnin' and thunder
Roared in like the sea

And honky tonks and a penny arcade
Washed up on my street
My Harley cried like a wounded lion and danced
Crazy on the concrete

Ride with me
Ride with me
I'll make my stand
And die like a man in the badlands

Ride with me
Ride with me
I'll make my stand
And die like a man in the badlands

I don't want to be no number
In a numbered office drawer
Let them tremble in the lightnin' and the thunder
As my wounded Harley
Circles behind and roars

Ride with me
Ride with me
I'll make my stand
And die like a man in the badlands

Ride with me
Ride with me
I'll make my stand
And die like a man in the badlands

City soldier, the streets embraces you
The concrete is your home
A dinossaur from the fifties
I face the flood alone

And all my little children
In the street they play
And pick up the studs of a broken angel
On an angry twisted day