Crumbling down the mountainside
just don’t know, which way to slide
above my head, the rocks are falling
Rolling Stones, they won‘t quit balling

shinbones broken, skull is cracked
try to hold on with one arm intact
if ever I will hit the botttom
I’ll look like ugly Johnny Rotten

thank god I know how to dive
‘cause I've been falling all my life!
on the way down
there’s just one rule to be found:
just don’t hit the...just don’t hit the...ground

hauled from the mountains into a stream
water in my lungs that stifles my screams
desperately groping for a log to grab
but the strokes of my hands
only find some crumbly twigs

this creek is turning into a rapid torrent
the hair on my gooseflesh is now getting horrent
looking ahead, I know where this one will end
a waterfall down into eternal oblivion

going down, racking it up as I‘m going down
racking it up as I‘m going down, losing my ground
grabbing around, racking it up as I‘m going down
bouncing around and round
shit‘s hitting me pound for pound for pound

thank god I know how to dive
‘cause I've been falling all my life!
on the way down
there’s just one rule to be found:
just don’t hit the...just don’t hit the...ground