19 diciembre 2009

freedom '

Living easy, living free.
Season ticket on a one-way ride.
Asking nothing, leave me be.
Taking everything in my stride.
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme.
Ain't nothing I would rather do.
Going down, party time, my friends are gonna be there too.

I'm on the highway to hell

No stop signs, speed limit.
Nobody's gonna slow me down.
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round

Hey Satan, payed my dues
Playing in a rocking band

Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land

I'm on the highway to hell
(Don't stop me)
And I'm going down, all the way down
I'm on the highway to hell

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