A cheering crowd looking at a fish in a barrel
But there is no water
And the fish is me
I raise my arms in a vaudeville wave
Before stomping on the start lever of my Indian Scout
Fire barking from the exhaust
The crowd going wild
Clacking into first
I motor in a circle
Waving one more time before rolling onto the ramp
Inclining up the sides
A little higher each lap
Until I'm perpendicular with the wall
Riding fast interacting with the crowd
Giving what they paid for
This is the Wall of Death
But there is no water
And the fish is me
I raise my arms in a vaudeville wave
Before stomping on the start lever of my Indian Scout
Fire barking from the exhaust
The crowd going wild
Clacking into first
I motor in a circle
Waving one more time before rolling onto the ramp
Inclining up the sides
A little higher each lap
Until I'm perpendicular with the wall
Riding fast interacting with the crowd
Giving what they paid for
This is the Wall of Death
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