BAD TASTE - Sliding

Well I heard the screams from the top of the hill
As I rode over the sound from where we slide
Blades of grass cut like a thousand knives
Look down to see the source of my pain

You felt a one thousand
Cut like the blade of a knife
Smile handsome
No chance son
I'm having the time of my life

Face to the floor as I sped into space
Toxic pollutants, adrenaline filled my face
Red with excitement and white with fear
Look down to see the source of your pain

You felt a one thousand
Cut like the blade of a knife
Smile handsome
No chance son
I'm having the time of my life

You felt a one thousand
Cut like the blade of a knife
Smile handsome
No chance son
I'm having the time of my life

Written by:
max hunt

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