Lyrics
Written by bikers for bikers, celebrating our love of life on two wheels

Chosen Few
A guitarist friend used to play regularly for the local chapter of the Angels in Southern Germany and I occasionally went over to play with him. After we’d played one gig for them we hit the town but ended up having a bit of an altercation with one of the local bar owners. I ended up with a few bruises but it hospitalized my friend. The Angels were not happy that ‘their’ musician had been seriously hurt and paid this guy a visit ‘for a chat’ a few days later. However, the Polizei were waiting and the Angels President got locked up for a few years on some trumped up charges whilst the bar owner disappeared into the witness protection program. Reckon he’d better stay in it. I wrote this song to hopefully help the President through his stretch.
Staring out from these walls now I remember life so free.
But you’ve locked me up and you’ve throw away the key.
You made your laws for a different life to mine
'Cos I’m not like the others oh no I’m of a different kind.
Taking care of my own only asking what was due.
I was doing my duty for the Chosen Few.
They say that I was wrong that I broke their rules.
I say their laws are written well they are written for fools.
I’m living my life the only way that I can,
That’s the thing that really puts the fear of God in the man
Taking care of my own only asking what was due.
I was doing my duty for the Chosen Few
One day I’ll get out and I'll feel the wind in my hair,
Feel the sun on my face and I'll have no time to spare.
I’ll take that winding road into the setting sun
And keep riding on with the mighty 81
Taking care of my own but only asking what was due.
I was doing my duty for the Chosen Few
for the Chosen Few for the Chosen Few yeah
for the Chosen Few for the Chosen Few.


The Devils Sign
In my dreams I rode a - silver machine
Speed of light now baby - feelin' mean
Hit the road now baby - into the night
Feel my motor revving - outa sight
Now your legs start trembling
Heart pumping in your chest
Feel the vibes start rising
It’s the devils sign
Now you are mine
Lean her over baby – twist and turn
Rubber scream and screeching - smell them burn
Free those horses baby - hang on tight
Watch the road sweep past – into the night
Now your legs start trembling
Heart pumping in your chest
Feel the vibes start rising
It’s the devils sign
You are mine
Now your legs start trembling
Heart pumping in your chest
Feel the vibes start rising
It’s - the – devils - sign


Ride My Triumph
I’ve always had British bikes. I’ve had American bikes and Japanese bikes too, but there’s something about the feeling of riding an old Triumph which I just can’t explain. I’d ride my Triumph on a good day, ride my Triumph on a bad day, in fact I’d ride my Triumph on any day at all.
Ride my Triumph on a good day
Ride my Triumph on a bad day
Ride my Triumph any day at all
Always starts on the second kick – iron horse with a mind of its own
Rears her head as she takes off – heading down the road before me
Engine roars in anticipation - feeds my soul
Front wheel feels light as a feather – shows me where to go like a needle
Steering me through the night and day in a way that means I always want to
Ride my Triumph on a good day
Ride my Triumph on a bad day
Ride my Triumph any day at all
She handles like a train on rails – no matter where I go
I could pick the flowers on the bends - leaning down so low I feel I’m
Flying down the weaving road like an eagle on the wing
I rule the road and all its curves, majestic as a king
Steering me through the night and day in a way that means I always want to
Ride my Triumph on a good day
Ride my Triumph on a bad day
Ride my Triumph any day at all