And I ride with the wild ones

Bucking my body and screaming for more

You pull on my hair and call me a whore

Throwing me down onto the ground

Leaving me naked, filthy, and alone

So I ride with the wild ones trying to forget

All the rights that I’ve wronged and bridges I’ve burned

While playing the game of Russian roulette

With your loaded revolver waiting and ready

Gambling on life just for the thrill

Because when you ride with the wild ones

There’s no such thing as the faithful heart

No relentless beating beneath your breast

We sling it away from where ever we start

And we never stop running from the ones that we’ve lost

We’ll never stop running no matter the cost