I beg your heart of chrome, and it really don’t matter.
You’re the dog and I’m the bone, and it really don’t matter.
Are you the muscle or 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. Tell 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 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.
Begging for tomorrow, living for today.
Never getting out, buried yesterday.
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.