Thunder Head

Here’s a story bout a man who loves speed
With a temper hot as dynamite
When he roars on his bike through the neighborhood
Everybody steps back in fright
Well he’s a bad ass mother and he wants you to know it
And you know he really doesn’t care
He won’t think twice about bustin heads
For anybody bold enough to dare
They call him… Thunder Head

This man has a woman just as tough
With a head full of braided steel
You can usually find them riding her behind him
You can tell they’re a package deal
Well they both have tattoos all over their bodies
And they each have rings in their ears
They call her Mrs. …Thunder Head

They ride in a pack or they ride alone
They ride busy roads or the road unknown
Sometimes they wear leather, sometimes they wear colors
They watch each others back, if they consider you brother
They ride single file, they ride three across
But there’s never any question which one is boss
They call him Thunder Head

He rides up-on 1600 cc’s
You know he was born to be wild
His daddy loved Harleys, put him on a bike
When he was just a child
He’s a full patch member, only 1%
And he wears his rockers proud
They call him… Thunder Head

They ride in a pack or they ride alone
They ride busy roads or the road unknown
Sometimes they wear leather, sometimes they wear colors
They watch each others back, if they consider you brother
They ride single file, they ride three across
But there’s never any question which one is boss
They call him… Thunder Head

Here’s a story bout a man who loves speed
With a temper hot as dynamite
When he roars on his bike through the neighborhood
Everybody steps back in fright
Well he’s a bad ass mother and he wants you to know it
And you know he really doesn’t care
He won’t think twice about bustin heads
For anybody bold enough to dare
He’s a full patch member, only 1%
And he wears his rockers proud
He only hangs out with his OMG
And he doesn’t mind being loud
They call him… Thunder Head 
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