| The roaring of engines burning fuel | |
| We come with thunder wherever we roam | |
| Hail freedom! | |
| We won't bend to your rules | |
| We're a lost generation without a home | |
| The blood is burning in our veins | |
| Behold the dust clouds from miles away | |
| We go through fire, storm and rain | |
| We will not settle down we are to wild to tame | |
| Ride, ride! | |
| On dusty highways we ride | |
| Roll, roll! | |
| Like gypsies we're bound to roll | |
| A restless pack born to be free | |
| Always searching for something that we don't know | |
| Don't try to change our ways to be | |
| The highway's the only way we've ever known | |
| Ride. ride! | |
| On dusty highways we ride | |
| Roll, roll! | |
| Like gypsies we're bound to roll | |
| There's no rest for our weary souls | |
| We sail an ocean of sand | |
| The sun burns our sails | |
| At the horizon we gaze | |
| Moving closer day by day | |
| But for every step we take | |
| It moves another step away | |
| So far away from us | |
| As we ride across the desert plains | |
| So far away, so far away | |
| The only thing we leave behind is miles, miles and miles... | |
| Ride, ride! | |
| On dusty highways we ride | |
| Roll, roll! | |
| There's no rest for our weary souls | |
| Like gypsies we're bound to roll | |
| We will ride on till we die |