Can you smell the smoke from the lost highways
Bandidos on the run in their glory days
Beating all the odds on their reckless ride
Shooting shotguns playing with their lives
Bypass, living on the edge
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never did coke, I never did gras
But that didn't stop me from being a jackass
Blind trash, killing all the beauty
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never did coke, and never did grass
But I did what I could to make Saint Peter pass
Licking wounds tastes bitter when they're not your own
The blood on your hands spells hit and run
Looked for salvation in every joint
Until I realized now what's the point
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bypass, living on the edge
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke, I never do gras
But that doesn't stop me from being a jackass
Blind trash, killing all the beauty
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke, and never do grass
But I do what I can to make Saint Peter pass
Gotta let go and touch the sky
Gotta keep climbing 'till you die
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bypass, living on the edge
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke, I never do gras
But that doesn't stop me, from being a jackass
Blind trash, killing all the beauty
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke, and never do grass
But I do what I can to make Saint Peter pass
Bypass, living on the edge
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke, I never do gras
But that doesn't stop me, from being a jackass
Blind trash, killing all the beauty
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke, and never do grass
But I do what I can to make Saint Peter pass