8 Seconds of Hell- Thoughtful Little Angels

A deep breath, a nod of the head, the chute gate opens wide,

Some call it fearless, some call it foolish, that wild bull ride,

Hard to explain, and hard to deny you're not just a little afraid,

When that ton of meaness explodes under you like a hand grenade, 

It's not about fame or fortune, nor the stories you can tell,

It's pride in knowing you are a bull rider that can endure 8 seconds if hell!