Im gonna mic this **** up and EQ it out, make the speakers ring now so we can scream and shout, and it wont feedback; till you hear "Back in Black", when the bass line hits all across the pan, and I redline that **** cause its my ******* Jam.

Peaking dBs on all of the meters. Blowing out the cabs and frying the tweeters. We smashed our guitars so let the keg flow. How else would you end a ******* awesome show?

Watch the roadies pack up, but give them respect. They do a lot more than you woud ever expect.

An after party now and were burning it down. Stumble back to the bus and to the next town. To start it all over for another go round.

Headlights jumped the curb, all you can see is a blur. Your heart stops cold and time slows down.  You swerve off the road as the car spins round.

Calm in the moment, now you take your breath. Realizing how close you just came to death. I find myself sitting on the side of the street, I think I'm alive by the racing heartbeat.  

The rain pours down a deafening sound, not that it matters, there's no one around. That ****** drove off when I could be down. Now I'm ******* that he's driving the town, while I was so very close to being upside down, probably dead on the ground.

But I pull my **** together and swallow the pain, cause no one else cares what almost became.