Highway to Hell - Wired

Living easy, living free

Season ticket on a one-way ride

Asking nothing, leave me be

Taking everything in my stride

Don’t need reason, don’t need rhyme

Ain’t nothing i would rather do

Going down, party time

My friends are gonna be there too

I’m on the highway to hell

No stop signs, speed limit

Nobody’s gonna slow me down

Like a wheel, gonna spin it

Nobody’s gonna mess me round

Hey satan, paid my dues

Playing in a rocking band

Hey momma, look at me

I’m on my way to the promised land

I’m on the highway to hell

(don't stop me)

And i’m going down, all the way down

I’m on the highway to hell