Driving the highway with nothing to donFuture fading awaynThe stereo are pumping Metallica tunesnRide the lightning, oh yeahnThe car might be broken, my clothes smell like dirtnBorn to ramble and playnPlay with fire, drunk in denialnAlways in for a fightnnI've been in the dark side (of) townnThey are bringing me innThey call me The Wild Rover Of HellnI'm fighting for nickels and a dime, for the rules I always breaknSee all the blood I've spilt, I'll still be the hauntednnStitching my wounds like Rambo, for fandennDamage complete and donenSome had the better, and some had the worsenWalk a mile in quicksandnSpending the last bucks on whiskey and beersnOh how clever I amnThe dice keeps on tumbling, my will still unbrokennBut how long will it lastnnI'm fighting them all big or small, my friendnJust show me the dollarsnI end up losing it all againnRepeating the story