Sitting on a hand grenade (BSA man)

Letras:

© Shamika
If you ride a motorbike then you\'ll know what it\'s like to throw caution to the wind.
With the freedom of the road, you\'ll uphold the Biker\'s Code and keep your eyes well skinned.
Two fingers to the side and a nod as you ride with your biking brothers, don\'t care \'bout no others.
CHORUS
It\'s like sitting on a hand grenade with the pin pulled half way out - it\'s better than getting laid - everything is fine on your BSA 650 (1969)
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Listen to that engine hum when you\'re tearing up a ton going faster than it seems.
Pull the throttle - forget your worries and ride into your dreams.
You\'ll be leaning \'round those bends as the piercing headlight sends a way through the dangerous mist.
Every thrill seeking geek can turn the other cheek, the only way a Greaser can exist.

CHORUS repeat.

When you feel that throb it\'ll make you sob tears of happiness and glory.
When your body is vibrating, I ain\'t understating, it\'s the ultimate success story.
Two wheels, one engine, no commitments, no deciding.
You don\'t stop riding when you get old, you get old when you stop riding.
You don\'t stop riding when you get old, you get old when you stop riding.