Iron Horse/Born To Lose

He rides a road, that don't have no end,
An open highway, that don't have no bends,
Tramp and his stallion, alone in a dream,
Proud in his colours, as the chromium gleams,
On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,
Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life.
He rides the roads, he lives his life fast
Don't try to hide, when the dice have been cast,
He rides a whirlwind, that cuts to the bone,
Wasted forever, and ferociously stoned,
On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,
Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life.
One day one day, they'll go for the sun,
Together they'll fly, on the eternal run,
Wasted forever, on speed bikes and booze,
Yeah tramp and the brothers, say they're all born to lose,
On Iron Horse he flies, on Iron Horse he gladly dies,
Iron Horse his wife, Iron Horse his life.

Primera nota dedicada a Motörhead, mi grupo de rock preferido, que con su canción me hizo soñar en mi adolescencia con la velocidad, la aventura, la amistad, el rock y toda una vida rodando sin parar por el mundo, siempre en moto.
Aún ahora, cuando la escucho, vuelvo a ver esos momentos mezclados entre la ronca voz y los toscos acordes de fondo.