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The engines spit out fire
I'm pushed back in my chair
The pressure gives me thrills
As we climb in the air
And I love to watch the clouds
And the mountains and the sky
Swish around a cocktail
The stewardess brings by
Lord, this is the life for me
Lord, oh, Lord
This is the life for me
But I don't wanna die
In an air disaster
I don't wanna die on a plane
Well, I fishtail through the lanes
And I make my tires squeal
Power at my feet
And glory at the wheel
And I wind the windows down
Let the wind blow through my hair
God knows where I'm going
But me, I don't care
Lord, this is the life for me
Lord, oh, Lord
This is the life for me
But I don't wanna die
In a freeway pile up
I don't wanna die on the road
Well, I'm young and I'm pretty
And I wanna stay that way
Wanna be desirable
Till my dying day
I don't wanna be bedridden
An old and bitter sage
Have the nurses saying
I'm young for my age
(He's young for his age)
Oh, Lord
Don't let me go that way
Lord, oh Lord
Don't let me go that way
No, don't make me go
Like a fading chorus
Don't make me fade like a song
Lord, have mercy on your son
Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord
Have mercy on me
Cause I don't wanna die
In an air disaster
And I don't wanna die
In a freeway pile up
And I don't wanna go
Like a fading chorus
And I don't wanna die
For no good reason
And I just wanna go on and on