The Row Lyrics

Starting on a warm afternoon.

Five men in front of a room.

Some motorbikes (were) parked outside, disguised like to a rodeo show.

And the sun was shining by the window on their sweaty brow.

No noise coming out, Except the sound of the wind.

And a guy was waiting on a porch of a naughty house.

Dressed like a cowboy in a western of Howard Hawks.

With a rifle in a hand, a cigarette in the other, He's seemed to know that this would finish in a row.

A bang resounds in the street

And the boys came out in a hurry.

The roaring machines dashing on the cracked road.

They drove until the night, joined by other motorbikes.

Their shadows were like black horses in the dark.

With on them dangerous knights who were coming out from a fight.

They stopped in a strip dusty bar with other guys sitting with a beer to listen rock'n'roll.