I wish, I had one to ride.
Biking became my religion,
Thrill, my God
Strangers my friends,
Roads our house,
We stayed in touch by the click of a mouse.
There's a strange excitement,
When u push the throttle hard,
And see everyone,
Everyone blow past.
For them we might,
We might be bad,
But this is an excitement,
Only a few lucky people have had.
We Need No DRUG to set us high,
A BIKE IS ALL WE NEED TO FLY,
THE ADRENALINE RUSH IN THE VAINS IS SO HIGH,
IT FEELS AS IF U'VE JUST TOUCHED THE SKY. ~
