Generation Idol
Biker Bjørn
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Born in Bromley, raised on noise —
A snarling voice, no polished toys
He kicked it off in '76
With Generation X and punk-rock licks
Leather jacket, bleach-blonde flame
A sneer that burned the old world's name
From London's clubs to dirty dives
He played it loud — he lived alive
But when the punk wave hit the wall
He took that spark and rode the call
Across the sea in '81,
New York called — the rebel run
He lit the match, he dropped the bomb
A British voice with Yankee charm
He's the king of no disguise
With a rebel yell and wild wild eyes
From Gen X nights to MTV
He turned the fight into a legacy
With Steve Stevens by his side
A six-string god for every ride
White Wedding, Flesh for Fantasy
A twisted dream of purity
He crashed, he bled, he took the pain
But legends rise and ride again
The snarling ghost of leather pride
Still howls beneath the blue blue sky
The critics laughed, the punks moved on
But he stayed sharp, the fire strong
From '83 to when I die...
Backpatch Idol rides with I
He's the king of no disguise
With a rebel yell and battle cries
From Gen X nights to MTV
He carved his name in history
Generation Idol... still alive.
Still ridin'.
Still ridin'.
my Generation Idol
Still ridin'.
my Generation Idol
Still ridin'.
my Generation Idol
Still ridin'.
my Generation Idol
Still ridin'.
my Generation Idol