triple bypa**
knocked on his a**
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