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- Woomera Centrals, Jazza
I live on the street that the motorcyclist died on last night. I know exactly what happened. He flew past my house at 9pm travelling at ~130km/h and plowed himself into a tree with his outright stupidity 500 metres down the road.
The fact the media call him a 'victim' is such a let off. He is such a fool for causing all of this grief for his family.
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He's says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won't play to lose
He's burning the grass
He take up a glass
He swallow it neat
He crosses the floor
He open the door
He take a sniff of the street
And she tell him that he's crazy
She's saying listen baby
I'm your wife
She tells him he's crazy
For gambling with his life
But he climbs on his horse
You know he feels no remorse
He just kicks it alive
His motor is fine
He take it over the line
Until he's ready to dive
And she tells him that he's crazy
She's saying listen baby
I'm your wife
She's tell him he's crazy
For gambling with his life
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He's says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won't play to lose
He sticks to his guns
He take the road as it comes
It takes the shine off his shoes
He's too fast to stop
He take it over the top
He make a line in the news










