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