Her name is Ramona, she comes from Pomona
Her old man's name is Spider, he's a real low rider
Roaring down the freeway, never countin up the days
Racing for tomorrow, aint got time for sorrow
In a pack that rides the night, some say its a frightful sight
Skull and cross bones on their back, known to all as the wolf pack
And just like the knights of old
The wolf pack rides the night
Her old man's name is Spider, he's a real low rider
Roaring down the freeway, never countin up the days
Racing for tomorrow, aint got time for sorrow
In a pack that rides the night, some say its a frightful sight
Skull and cross bones on their back, known to all as the wolf pack
And just like the knights of old
The wolf pack rides the night
Days go by turn into years, never countin up the tears
Movin, drinkin stayin high, never askin how or why
Got no home stay on the road, live their life by there on code
Don't look back, live for today, for them its the only way
In a pack that rides the night, some say its a frightful sight
Skull and cross bones on their back, known to all as the wolf pack
And just like the nights of old
The wolf pack rides the night
And just like the knights of old
The wolf pack rides the night
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