Speeding down the high way at 90 miles per hour,
It is the game of who will first cower.
On your Harley, In his Cady.
They could all here you screaming "you'll be callin' your
daddy."
It was raining and it was cold.
You had lost your grip and couldn't find something to hold.
We all herd screams.
But we had to get out of the way of the medical teams.
They rushed you to the hospital.
Everyone was screaming this can't be true,
Until the docter said " call it time of death 11:02."
 
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