[Verse] Ridin’ fast in the slow lane, hand on the Bible, other in the grave, Tail lights blazin like small-town sinners, ain’t got too much left to save. Burnin’ slow with every drag, smoke writes my name on the sky, One hand in Heaven, the other in the bag baby, I was born to ride. [Verse] Wide awake but I feel asleep, one eye on the road, the other in my dreams, Night crawls heavy on the hood, moonlight’s cuttin’ silver gleam. Fast asleep but I feel awake, I got one eye on Heaven, the other in the grave, Ain’t lookin’ for mercy, ain’t beggin’ for a hand just one more reckless day. [Chorus] It’s a damn good life, livin’ on the edge, There’s gas in the hearse waitin’ for me to be dead. But I’m laughin’ at the danger, grinnin’ through the dread It’s a damn good life, livin’ on the edge. [Verse] Bottle warm in the passenger seat, radio plays a worn-out tune, Street signs pass like memories don’t know where one ends, one begins. The preacher’s words linger but they can’t chain my feet, I was raised on open highways and a heart that can’t be beat. Mr. Grim Reaper, you can wait your turn, there’s still a road left to flame, You think I’m preachin’ to the darkness boy, I ain’t afraid of the name. You point to your ledger, say my number’s come due I’ll light up the sky, laugh in your face, and keep on passin’ through. Foot on the gas! Gonna live my life fast! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go—GO! Nothin’ gonna stop me, I’mma beat his ol’ ass! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go—GO! [Chorus] It’s a damn good life, livin’ on the edge, There’s gas in the hearse waitin’ for me to be dead. But I’ll burn a little brighter, leave the devil misled It’s a damn good life, livin’ on the edge. [Final Verse] I can’t slow down fire up this whole town, the gas is in the hearse but it’ll have to catch me first, Match strike, wheel turn, I’ll ride till the tanks dry damn the shame and damn the thirst. So light your lighters, boys, let the chorus ring, let the jukebox take the blame, I’ll be singin’ to the heavens with my middle finger high I ain’t lookin’ for no saint’s name. [Outro ] Go, go, go, go, go, go, go GO! Mr. Grim Reaper, you’re gonna have to wait. You think I’m goin’ to Hell? I’ll be standin’ at Heaven’s gate. The gas is in the hearse, but it’ll have to catch me first Kiss my ass, motherfucker… (laugh) and let that engine burn. “I’m alive tonight ain’t no buryin’ me yet.”
