Can you smell the smoke from the lost highways
Bandidos on the run in their glory days

Beating all the odds on their reckless ride
Shooting shotguns playing with their lives

Bypass, living on the edge
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never did coke
I never did gras
But that didn't stop me
From being a jackass
Blind trash
Killing all the beauty
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never did coke
And never did grass
But I did what I could to make Saint Peter pass

Licking wounds tastes bitter when they're not your own
The blood on your hands spells hit and run

Looked for salvation in every joint
'Till I realized now what's the point

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bypass, living on the edge
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke
I never do gras
But that didn't stop me
From being a jackass
Blind trash
Killing all the beauty
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke
And never do grass
But I do what I can to make Saint Peter pass

Gotta let go and touch the sky
Gotta keep climbing 'till you die

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Bypass, living on the edge
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke
I never do gras
But that didn't stop me
From being a jackass
Blind trash
Killing all the beauty
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke
And never do grass
But I do what I can to make Saint Peter pass

Bypass, living on the edge
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke
I never do gras
But that doesn't stop me
From being a jackass
Blind trash
Killing all the beauty
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
I never do coke
And never do grass
But I do what I can to make Saint Peter pass