Chrome Cats on The Fence

Chrome cats on the fence looking for some action
V-twin powered, testosterone filled cubic inches
Colors born of days gone past, flying in formation
Wet clutch, six speed tranny, looking for some traction

Bad ass boys on bad ass toys, looking for diversion
Custom colored steeds of death, flung into hells fury
Ninety one rated octane fuel coursing through their veins
Electric blue colored pipes signal their perversion



Hot attitude mama sitting on the backseat like a statue
All blond, tan and tattooed with tribal flames
Hollowed out exhaust barking down the highway
The gleam of polished chrome shimmering right at you

Desperate young men, heads turned towards the furious sounds
Desirous of escaping their little town blues and boredom
With a rebellious, tattooed, pretty blond in tow
On two wheels, custom paint and chrome, dreams abound

Like stars in the night against a purple desert sky
Riders warm and worn, tired from the miles and dry wind
Ears pounding from the v-twins bellowing voice
Custom steeds shine brightly, as their motors die
In the far distant desert shimmering