Blame where you're layin'
Don't make sound
I know the watchin', the watchin'
All the promotions, the kiddies are paid
Half people talkin', talkin'
Yeah, oh, it's that kid on fire
The doctor, the alley, the fragrant date
The headball I'm drivin', I'm drivin'
Some kids are open, the knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dyin', you're dyin'
Livin' easy, livin' free
Seizin' ticket on the home way ride
Askin' nothin', leave me be
Diggin' everything in my stride
Don't need reasons, don't need ride
There ain't nothin' that I'd rather do
And goin' down, it's party time
Yeah, my friends goin' for the heat
I'm on the highway to hell
The highway to hell
The highway to hell
The highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limits
Nobody gon' slow me down
Like a wheel, don't spin it
Nobody gon' miss me around
Hey, Seizin' played my piece
Playing in this bluegrass band
Hey, mama, look at me
I'm on the way
Now when I was a little boy
At the age of five
I had something in my bucket
I'm a tiny one
You know, baby
Here we go, quiet, please
Motor, music and action
All you pretty women
Standing in line
I can't make your love to you, baby
In an hour's time
I'm down
I can't make your love to you, baby
In an hour's time
I'm down
Spell and
A
I'm
One
I'm on
One
Good, cut.
Cut.
Thanks for everything.
