The Only Thrill

Composed 7/11/15
Description: n/a

He tore by in yellow streaks of flame
The Gs pulling hard like a hurricane
In the wind he hears his fans calling his name
The price and prize of luck, money, and fame

Life is fast
When your life is rich
When you cruise on by
And your fingers loose the twitch
You want it
You will it
That need to survive
Cause life is too easy
And the price isn’t high

When you take turns at seventy five
Your heart beats to live or it beats to die
You hope your truth grips and your lies slide by
Cause if you fly into the street you won’t make it alive

And that’s the truth
When you have it all
The only thrill
Is the chance to fall

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