Y el séptimo dia

que sean los mejores y que algunos sepan apreciarlos

Living easy, living free
season ticket on a one-way ride
asking
nothing, leave me be
taking everything in my stride
don't need
reason, don't need rhyme
ain't nothing i would rather do
going
down, party time
my friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the
highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit
nobody's gonna slow
me down
like a wheel, gonna spin it
nobody's gonna mess me
round
hey satan, paid my dues
playing in a rocking band
hey
momma, look at me
i'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on
the highway to hell
(don't stop me)
And i'm going down, all
the way down
i'm on the highway to hell