triple
bypass
knocked on his ass
the doctor told him not to smoke
but late at night
he dims the light
puffing through the tube jammed on his throat
giving gravity a hand
feels all right, feels all right
giving gravity a hand
cutting life short by making it grand
giving gravity a hand
feels all right, feels all right
giving gravity a hand
one step closer to the promise land, yeah
scars from road rash
gifts ffom each crash
memory of road grinding my bone
I die inside
if I can’t ride carving through the canyons flying home
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