Airbourne

Midnight bite at the Cherry
So sweet is the juice
I'm free from the chains
And all the dogs are running loose
I'm chasing my tail
And I'm losing my head
Yeah i'm falling down
I can't feel my legs
I'm on my way to a better place
Fat City juiced up an' ready
Fat City I'm already gone
Fat City juiced up an' ready
Battered an' bruised I keep a rolling on
Rollin' on
Saddle sore at the pony
From the black rockin' chair
I got what i need