Bomb the Music Industry! - Bike Test 1 2 3 Lyrics

Full speed along the North Oconee River
I can feel it in my forehead and while that always fails
My lungs are getting clearer
I can see trucks racing by on the roof above my trail
Cops are waiting to ticket
Anyone with out-of-state plates, I'm not missing anything

Swore off all prescribed medication
And rode two miles through nowhere to a water fountain spitting out hot water
I sit at a bench at a compost heap
And I'm about to pedal up a sixty-degree slope

At the top of a hill at a very, very rapid speed
There's one, only one, only one, only one place left to go
At the top of a hill at a very, very rapid speed
There's one, only one, only one, only one place left to go

At the top of a hill at very high speed
There's nowhere to go but down
At the top of a hill at very high speed
There's nowhere to go but down
At the top of a hill at very high speed
There's nowhere to go but down

And it gets easier
As I ascend my bike uphill on foot
'Cause last time I kicked it into first
I broke a gear by going too hard

And it gets easier
As I pass the Edward Scissorhands village
Where privileged white kids date-rape girls
And taunt me in their SUVs

And it gets easier
As I see the double vans in our driveways
I'm glistening now but I know someday
I won't even break a sweat

And it gets easier, and it gets easier
As time goes things can only get better
And it gets easier, and it gets easier
As time goes things can only get better

And it gets easier, and it gets easier
As time goes things can only get better
And it gets easier, and it gets easier
As time goes things can only get better

R-I-D-E, I wanna
R-I-D-E, I wanna
R-I-D-E, I wanna ride