Verse One

Leather rebels rolling down an empty road
Living like a pack of dogs, bound to a code
Loose lips sink ships, dead men tell no tells
Pirates on a chrome ship with engines for sails

Rumble of the motors like a westbound train
Black smoking warhorse with a silver chain
regulators of the black market scene
Traffickers of terrors riding hogs that gleam

Never ride alone because divided we fall
All for taking everything and one for all
Chrome blinds the passersby with searing heat
Rubber hits the road the motors pound to the beat

Step on the throat.......come on baby lets go

Chorus

Black hornets with a lethal sting
Hear the engines scream
Cold assassins feed on suffering
Making widows as they do their thing

Soulless reapers of another age
The beast has left his cage
Apocolyptic gang of evil rolls
The sound of terror grows

Their cry is Step On The Throat

Verse Two

Growing to a number of unstoppable force
Weapons of intimidation, displine course
Not an ordinary kind of wannabe gang
Military type of regiment in their brain

Zombies on a missle made of leather and chrome
Leave a trail of misery wherever they roam
Pioneers of criminal activity
Armies of enforcers know to let us be

Step on the throat.......come on baby lets go

Chorus

Black hornets with a lethal sting
Hear the engines scream
Cold assassins feed on suffering
Making widows as they do their thing

Soulless reapers of another age
The beast has left his cage
Apocolyptic gang of evil rolls
The sound of terror grows

Their cry is Step On The Throat