Denim, studs and leather all the way. They call him a wilfull gambler who's going astray. Looking for a grain of fortune for feeling alive. But the know-all and riff-raff never dies.
Strong and proud the cruise, black banner at the top. The spoondrift hits the bow, they round the reefs and rocks. The voice of freedom whispers in the rushing wind.
Hey, Mr. Custer, why do you dare the hand of fate?. The claw of death waits to grave. A golden medal, your honor idolized. Your heart is stone, your blood is iced.
Lead or gold. . Riding the tempests of glory. The vessel is gliding along. Pounding the waves, majestically. Proudly and strong. . A flag flutters on the horizon.