The Motorcycle Black Madonna Two Wheeled Gypsy

The Truth Is Far From You, So You Know You Got To Lie. Then You're All The Time Defending What You Can Never Justify.

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.

Now All The Criminals In Their Suits And Ties Are Free To Drink Martinis And Watch The Sunrise

On The Cliffs Of Your Wild Cat Charms I'm Riding.

The Radio Makes Hideous Sounds.