Driving the highway with nothing to do   Future fading away   The stereo are pumping Metallica tunes   Ride the lightning, oh yeah   The car might be broken, my clothes smell like dirt   Born to ramble and play   Play with fire, drunk in denial   Always in for a fight      I've been in the dark side (of) town   They are bringing me in   They call me The Wild Rover Of Hell   I'm fighting for nickels and a dime, for the rules I always break   See all the blood I've spilt, I'll still be the haunted      Stitching my wounds like Rambo, for fanden   Damage complete and done   Some had the better, and some had the worse   Walk a mile in quicksand   Spending the last bucks on whiskey and beers   Oh how clever I am   The dice keeps on tumbling, my will still unbroken   But how long will it last      I'm fighting them all big or small, my friend   Just show me the dollars   I end up losing it all again   Repeating the story