Lost track of all the kills I've been countin', call me crazy
You're just another notch on my belt, I'm sorry baby
When they fall, they rise again
They'll get right back on this ride again
And that will never change
You can't escape but you can hang
Although we did have this big tire swing/pendulum thing that when pushed high enough and at a certain angle you hit the massive wooden pillar and it always scared the shit outta me when someone else said they'd push me on it
You're just another notch on my belt, I'm sorry baby
When they fall, they rise again
They'll get right back on this ride again
And that will never change
You can't escape but you can hang
I also remember when big toys were BIG. Two and a half stories of steel pipes.