As we ride up the mountain i can hear the young ones brag
Just how much they drank last night and all the little girls they had
There’s nothing that i’d like more than to teach humility
I’ll leave this little bastards in the trees
As we fly down the mountain
I can tell it will be close
The new kids have that hungry look my knees are feeling old
I can feel it getting squirrelly as i push for a little speed
I think about my Josephine and the money that we need
Last year a friend of mine hit a little tree
I keep on saying to myself «it’s not gonna happen to me»
Never
He never walked the same again
How long till my luck runs out?
No fear, no doubts
I never used to worry about all the little things that could go wrong
No fear, no pain
I just have to ignore the brain
Just go on pretending i have
Nothing to lose
The hairpin turn i see my chance to slide right through the gap
One mistake we’ll all be gone i never used to think of that
I hit the brakes and pull aside i feel the new kids sneer
But if they’re smart they’ll do the same thing in a couple years