Bike Test 123 - Bomb The Music Industry!

Full speed along the North Oconee River

I can feel it in my forehead and while that always fails, my lungs are getting

clearer

I can see trucks racing by on the roof above my trail, cops are waiting to

ticket

Anyone with out of state plates, I’m not missing anything

Swore off all prescribed medication

And rode two miles through nowhere to a water fountain spitting out hot water

I sit at a bench at a compost heap

And I’m about to pedal up a sixty degree slope

At the top of a hill at a very, very rapid speed

There’s one, only one, only one, only one place left to go

At the top of a hill at a very, very rapid speed

There’s one, only one, only one, only one place left to go

At the top of a hill at very high speed

There’s nowhere to go but down

At the top of a hill at very high speed

There’s nowhere to go but down

At the top of a hill at very high speed

There’s nowhere to go but down

And it gets easier

As I ascend my bike uphill on foot

'Cause last time I kicked it into first

I broke a gear by going too hard

And it gets easier

As I pass the Edward Scissorhands village

Where privileged white kids date rape girls

And taunt my in their SUVs

And it gets easier

As I see the double vans in our driveways

I’m glistening now but I know someday

I won’t even break a sweat

And it gets easier, and it gets easier

As time goes things can only get better

And it gets easier, and it gets easier

As time goes things can only get better

And it gets easier, and it gets easier

As time goes things can only get better

And it gets easier, and it gets easier

As time goes things can only get better

R-I-D-E, I wanna

R-I-D-E, I wanna

R-I-D-E, I wanna ride