Written by: Brian Bayley

(C) 2008 Copyright Middle C Stuff (ASCAP)

 

Vocals: Charlie Kavanaugh

Guitar: Mike "P" Puwal

Bass: Mike "P" Puwal

Drums: Brian Bayley

 

"Motocross Madman" - Louder House Project
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Recorded, Edited & Produced by:

Brian Bayley at Serenity Hill Studios, Nashville, TN

 

Mixed by: Niko Bolas at The Village Recorders, Los Angeles, CA

 

Mastered by: Richard Dodd at Blackbird Studios, Nashville, TN

 

Cover Photo by: Matthew Lee Wrey.

Used With Permission

Pictured; Kelli

Lyrics Below:

Motocross Madman                       Download it Now                         

Written By: Brian K Bayley           

© Copyright 2009 Middle C Stuff (ASCAP)

 

 

     You’re a motocross MAD MAN

     You’re a crazy m/f'r, you’re a social disease

     Cuz you draw us in like moths to a flame

     As you fly thru the air with the greatest of ease.

 

So we fire it up and we give a couple yank yanks,

Take it to the track thinking we got it made

You make it look so easy, we’re thinkin anyway

but my broken bones later, they ain’t feelin’ the same

 

You could leap tall buildings in a single bound

like Evil Knievel, allergic to the ground

Whenever on the land, you’re cuttin a rut

Clipping thru the gears, diggin’ nobs in the mud

 

     You’re a motocross MAD MAN

     You’re a crazy m/f'r, you’re a social disease

     Cuz you draw us in like moths to a flame

     As you fly thru the air with the greatest of ease.

 

Just hangin by the bars, that doesn’t look so tough

I can handle that, and look, no hands Mom! 

Then I flip a 450 like a feather in flight

When here I go again, S#*T!, I’m gonna bite it.

 

So exciting to watch n such a radical rush

To see tapped out speed n leaving others stuffed

Ridin to live beyond incredible thrills

Jumpin’ not just one, but takin’ triple hills!

 

 

          Sick, twisted, goin outta your mind

          As they drop the gate, you leave your balls behind,

          With just a twist of your wrist, I mean C’Mon Please!!

          You’re a freak of nature, beyond the edge of extreme …

               and that’s EXACTLY the stuff  --  we came here to see

 

 

At the end of the day, your packed up in the truck

Another Sunday spent out blastin’ thru the bunch

You crank it on out towards the next town

And I’m headin back out, tryin not to lay it down

 

     You’re a motocross MAD MAN

     You’re a crazy m/f'r, you’re a social disease

     Cuz you draw us in like moths to a flame

     As you fly thru the air with the greatest of ease.