14 Welcome back to Hell

You’re young so... You take that open road.
Got a fury in you tight... likely to explode.
The law is for straights, you prefer those curves,
Triumph is for those who have steel in their nerves.

Few would dare to stand in your way.
Those who do know the price they’ll have to pay.
You’d whisper in their dying ear: “My friend,
Welcome back to hell again!”

The years roll... It starts to take its toll.
The fire’s burning low... there’s an aching in your soul.
Victims come to haunt you, when you’re trying to get some rest.
The open road don’t calm you, you feel the need to build a nest.

The murmurs say you can’t keep up the pace.
The hungry kids dream of trying to take your place.
There’s a feeling in the air something’s coming to an end.
Welcome back to hell again!

The stop sign... says you’re at the end of the line.
But a gang ain’t like no club, you just can’t stand up and resign.
No one’s gonna let you turn your back and walk away.
Devious and mean are the games you have to play.

You know they’re staring at you in the dark,
They’d have more compassion for a nark.
You can feel those eyes burning holes deep into your brain.
Welcome back to hell again!