Testo di 'Ride On Angel' di Simon Stokes

2 O-clock in the morning on a big city street
The bars are jumpin' man feel the heat
Friday night, summer month, no work tomorrow
Drink ya money up tonight man, later on you'll borrow
Ride on
Keep on ridin
Crank your bike, ride on, Angel ride on

Well outside a motorcycles drivin up slow
Cool hip motorcycle driver no where to go
Parks his bike, goes inside, no sign of fear
Looking for nothing but a cool glass of beer
Ride on
Keep on ridin
Crank your bike, ride on, Angel ride on

Inside a jukebox playin a song
The singer singing something bout a stranger go home
A good old local bar in a city neighborhood
You aint from this section man, you aint no good
Ride on
Keep on ridin
Crank your bike, ride on, Angel ride on

Fat man in a T-shirt somebody watch your step
Don't like your kind around here, think you better get
Angel gets enraged and fat man pulls switchblade knife
Before you know what happened Angel's taken his life
Ride on
Keep on ridin
Crank your bike, ride on, Angel ride on

The cop's come in, to screen the scene
Take Angel off to jail, no one there to pay the bail
Ride on
Keep on ridin
Crank your bike, ride on, Angel ride on

They lead him down a corridor and strap him to a chair
Electricity is burning up his hair
He had no right to kill a man and so he must pay
A life for a life is what society say
Ride on
Keep on ridin
Crank your bike, ride on, Angel ride on

Now as I sit here and I tell this tale
A thought goes running through my head
What good is all the talkin doin'
Your Angel is dead
The Bible say's that we shalt not kill
I've heard that line before
If the Bible say's that we shalt not kill
What excuse has the law
Ride on
Keep on ridin
Crank your bike, ride on, Angel ride on