in the broken wings of a twisted harley on an angry twisted day i ll make my stand and die like a man the hard way inside an empty ring of faces faceless in the street i ll be a sailor christ i m a sailor and sail in the concrete ride with me ride with me i ll make my stand and die like a man in the badlands ride with me ride with me i ll make my stand and die like a man in the badlands they built a brand new highway where my home used to be and a neon flood of lightnin and thunder roared in like the sea and honky tonks and a penny arcade washed up on my street my harley cried like a wounded lion and danced crazy on the concrete ride with me ride with me i ll make my stand and die like a man in the badlands ride with me ride with me i ll make my stand and die like a man in the badlands i don t want to be no number in a numbered office drawer let them tremble in the lightnin and the thunder as my wounded harley circles behind and roars ride with me ride with me i ll make my stand and die like a man in the badlands ride with me ride with me i ll make my stand and die like a man in the badlands city soldier the streets embraces you the concrete is your home a dinossaur from the fifties i face the flood alone and all my little children in the street they play and pick up the studs of a broken angel on an angry twisted day