In the woods, running fast, chased by shadows so vast,
Reached a cliff, thought I'd be slick, treetops would be my trick,
Jumped with a yell, down I fell, hit the ground, couldn't tell,
Bruised and torn, slightly impaled, through the side, my plan had failed,
Ow, my body.
Ow, my body.
Ow, my body, what have I done?
Scrapes and bruises, nowhere to run,
Ow, my body, feeling undone,
Regret in the chase, nowhere to run.
On my bike, speeding tight, chased again, in the night,
Turned too sharp, lost the fight, hit the rail, took to flight,
Cactus trees, met my knees, needles stinging like the bees,
Landed hard, pain flowed free, oh the agony,
Ow, my body.
Ow, my body.
Ow, my body, what have I done?
Scrapes and bruises, nowhere to run,
Ow, my body, feeling undone,
Regret in the chase, nowhere to run.
In the Alps, winter scene, trying to impress the queen,
Lied and said, I could ski, down the hill, wild and free,
Borrowed gear, full of fear, falls and breaks, pain was clear,
Bones were snapped, tears appeared, oh the horror,
Ow, my body.
Ow, my body.
Ow, my body, what have I done?
Scrapes and bruises, nowhere to run,
Ow, my body, feeling undone,
Regret in the chase, nowhere to run.
Contemplating all my woes, every choice, how it shows,
Pain and sorrow, body aches, wish I'd learned from my mistakes,
Ow, my body.
Ow, my body, what have I done?
Scrapes and bruises, nowhere to run,
Ow, my body, feeling undone,
Regret in the chase, nowhere to run.
Ow, my body.
Ow, my body.