I can repair an engine, can she overhaul me? After the incident in Iraq I found myself at the end of my rope, contemplating the taste of my 9mm.
But there was still something missing; something I needed but couldn\'t put my finger on.
That something came walkin\' in the door of our club, wantin\' to serve papers to Teddy, the man who brought me.
My life became about my bike, my brothers, my freedom.
The Boneyard Brotherhood took me in, gave me purpose.
That\'s when he found me; they found me.
I can repair an engine, can she overhaul me? After the incident in Iraq I found myself at the end of my rope, contemplating the taste of my 9mm