Sons in the Night - Axel Rudi Pell

On the streets, on the highway, they’re cruising at night

No doubt, doin' their way, no ending in sight

Burned rubber on the pavement, filled tank of gasoline

Feel the flames from the muffler, they’re born to be free

The road goes on and on, seems to be forever

There’s no turning back, getting the brothers together

Sons in the night

Restless and wild

Never surrender

Sons in the night

Ready to fight

No need to defender

Always dealing with danger, tough stuff’s all around

Never trusting a stranger, never fall to the ground

No regrets, no backs to the wall, always throwing the dice

Man for man and one for all, bad boys aren’t nice