Struggling down the slope,

There's not much hope.

I begin to try to ride the scree,

but the rocks are tumbling all around me.



If I want John alive,

I've got to ditch my fear-take a dive,

While I've still got my drive to survive.



Evel Knievel, you got nothing on me.

Here I go

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