I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle down this winding country road And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill where last week I fell off
There's still some oil by the old elm tree and a dead squirrel that I hit But if I hadn't left, I would have struck you dead so I took a ride instead
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My doctor says, she hopes I know how lucky I can be after all it wasn't my blood mixed in the dirt that night
But this violent rage, turned inward can not be helped by drink And we must really examine this and I say I need another drink
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I'm tearing down Route 80 east the sun's on my right side I'm drunk, but my vision's good and I think of my child bride And on the left in shadows I see something that makes me laugh I aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpass
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