All the Gear All the Time 4:30
– Performed by Matt Pierce
Word by Mark L. Berry
Music by Matt Pierce
Lyrics:
“All the Gear All the Time”
Clocked at one hundred twenty five
She was lucky to be alive
There was no way to downshift gears
So she had to face her fears
After the throttle stuck
The brakes would only skid the tires
The bike would crash and catch on fire
She made her choice and slid off the back
As the rescue crew raced down the track
She was running out of luck
(chorus)
All the gear all the time
A motorcycle safety rhyme
It saved her skin and saved her head
Without the gear she’d sure be dead
Her helmet cracked and her leathers ripped
As they scraped across the long dragstrip
Her boots ground down right to her feet
And as she slid she felt the heat
She stayed in a tuck
(chorus)
All the gear all the time
A motorcycle safety rhyme
It saved her skin and saved her head
Without the gear she’d sure be dead
She broke her wrist and her leg was bent
She laid contorted on the pavement
She was just grateful to be alive
Her job now was to survive
Said the man from the fire truck
(chorus)
All the gear all the time
A motorcycle safety rhyme
It saved her skin and saved her head
Without the gear she’d sure be dead