(G.Kooymans/B.Hay)
Wanna try, wanna fly
Right through the needles eye

Wanna be chilled, wanna be thrilled
Press your luck right to the hilt


Hey boy, quit that stare
Get out of grandpa's rockin' chair
How about raisin' hell,

Let's see if we outdo ourselves

One day you'll be tied and gagged

Your head upon the railroad track
The rail's hummin', there's a train a comin'
I'm sure your last thought's full of regret

Before the wheels roll across your neck

Why didn't I do this

How come I didn't do that
I could be out there, paintin' towns red
Sweat, maybe I'll wake up in bed

No boy, this is it
You should've used a bit more wit
Get out there and dig in deep

Stay wide awake when you're asleep
Who wants to compromise
When every second hour flies

Set the time on half past tilt
For making love right to the hilt


One day you'll be buried
Up to your elbows in the sand
And there's honey glowin'

Down your cheeks it's flowing
You'll find some time to reflect
Before the ants are crawling over your head


Why didn't I do this
How come I didn't do that

Is this a dream that's gone bad
Maybe I'll just wake up, wake up in bed
To the hilt, is that what you said