in the dark side of L.A.
He was brought up by rats and lushes,
learned to fight before he could walk
A blind man had a profesy,
which he fulfilled.
He was to be the king of the streets,
the Majesty of the City
He rides in the night time
with cycle greatest of all,
He had a boots made of cobra's skin,
and jungleknife just like Rambos.
A glimpse of an eye
of a reptile.
And you'll feel the horror
ripping you through.
Again rides the lone hero
towards the setting sun.
Silhoutte of a grand figure
belongs to man held high.
No man could ever deny
the legend of the streets,
the ruler of the night,
was man called Snake-eye.
He's word was law in the street.
He even stole the Knight Riders car.
He was shot six times,
but not once was he even hurt.
The shot that finally got him
was made of melted motorbikes.
It turned him into dust
and was called the Bullet of Action.
