Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Hey!

I've heard that it's fun to scream, not because of pain
But in a "fun scare" way
Twisted track made out of steel, it seems a bit unreal
For a thing folks would pay
Of course, I'd join them in the car, but I don't fit in
I don't mean in the social farce, physic'lly lack somethin', yeah

They won't let me take a shot because I come too low
And I just find that that's awful, it's awful, you know
It really is a pain, I hate that stupid line
They just won't let me go, because I have failed at height
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I've failed at height
Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah

Don't think I'm that far beneath, half a centimetre, please
Can't you let me squeeze on by?
I don't think I'll be doomed, pretty sure that there's still room
To have me sit and remain locked in real tight
Can't be a big problem for you to let me on one
A small exception won't get your ass canned, so let me have fun

Come on, man, let me get on, I wanna feel the flow
Of flyin' high, shoutin' comes through, it comes through my throat
This stupid strip of paint forces you to deny
Ignore it, let me go, forget that I've failed at height
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I've failed at height
Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah-eah-eah-eah

I know I'm under the given limit
Don't be a stickler, you know it's bullshit
Go elsewhere? I refuse, to my guns, I'll stick
Cause you blow

Deserve to have a shot at feelin' the wind blow
At my poor eyes, not that squat, dude, too squat, dude? Hell no
The line that's on display is a nice and thick line
I'm halfway through it, so I don't think I've failed at height
I know I've switched a lot on my reasons, I know (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
But I can't find any answers, no answers on show (oh-oh-oh-oh)
All the words that you say are "Sir, get out of line" (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
You're out of line, not that short, douche, I've not failed at height (oh-oh-oh-oh)