Drop into the slot and slide away,
 winding route to gravity's artistic side
  pat on the head, nod to least resistance, open,
 don't blink. Hands and feet in the ride at all
times, please. Smile for the camera.

Winds push 'em back, hold 'em up.
 Nervous energy says take 'em back.
  The lady behind screams like she's giving her firstborn
  to Coyote. With extra bits from the younger
 one thrown in. Just in case.
He's in the back seat. Howling his laughter.

Blast away the pipe, it's a twist and
 a turn a juke and a jive, hold it. Pause, clank.
  Clank clank clank here we go kids we're all going
 to it but this is the express lane hang on for your
life, but leave it all to hang out one last pass

before throwing back our heads and screaming
 delight. It's done, we live. Just that little bit

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