"I'm fighting them all big or small, my friend
Just show me the dollars
I end up losing it all again
Repeating the story
Driving the highway with nothing to do
Future fading away
The stereo is pumping Metallica tunes
Ride the lightning, oh yeah
The car might be stolen,my clothes smell like dirt
Born to ramble and play
Play with fire, drunk and denial
Always in for a fight"