Livin' easy

Lovin' free

Season ticket on a one way ride

Askin' nothin'

Leave me be

Takin' everythin' in my stride

 Josh let the music fill his head. He nodded his head to the beat, humming the iconic guitar lines. His hand moved automatically, relying mostly on muscle memory. 

Don't need reason

Don't need rhyme

Ain't nothin' that I'd rather do

Goin' down

Party time

My friends are gonna be there too

 He let his foot tap the ground to the beat as the chorus approached. Shifting the paper he had just finished filling out, Josh stretched, popping his back as he did so. He glanced at the clock, which read 6:23. Seven more minutes until official closing. Seven more minutes until he could leave. 

I'm on the highway to hell

On the highway to hell

Highway to hell

I'm on the highway to hell

 The door opened, and Josh rushed to pause the music. If his boss caught him playing AC/DC in the funeral home, the teen would probably be fired. 

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No stop signs

Speed limit

Nobody's gonna slow me down

Like a wheel

Gonna spin it

Nobody's gonna mess me around

The melody continued playing despite Josh trembling attempts to stop it. When he saw who had walked through the door, he heaved a sigh of relief and sunk back into his chair.

Hey satan

Payin' my dues

Playin' in a rockin' band

Hey mumma

Look at me

I'm on the way to the promised land

“Having fun?” Sandy peeked over the counter. Josh winked at the pretty girl before drawling, “Sooooo much fun.”

I'm on the highway to hell

Highway to hell

I'm on the highway to hell

Highway to hell

Don't stop me

 “Didn’t Mr. Cypress say not to play loud music? Specifically this song?” Sandy frowned. 

 “It’ll be fine, there’s no customers this late.” Josh answered as he pulled another form under his pencil. 

I'm on the highway to hell

On the highway to hell

Highway to hell

I'm on the highway to hell

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 Sandy turned and shrugged, barely missing the look of shock on Josh’s face. 

 The paper. 

 It’s-

 Sandy turned at the crash, eyes widening. Josh scrambled from where he had been sitting and sprinted out of the building, face pale. __

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(highway to hell) I'm on the highway to hell

(highway to hell) highway to hell

(highway to hell) highway to hell

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Sandy glanced at the form that had left Josh in a state of shock and took a short, sharp breath at what she saw. “Josh Turner,” it read, “Age: 19, DOB: 11/17/05 (3:57 AM), DATE OF DEATH: 01/07/25 (6:38 PM)”

(highway to hell)__

And I'm goin' down

All the way

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Josh stood in the middle of the road, gasping, eyes wide, too exhausted to move as the semi truck bore down on him. The last thing he saw was the driver’s eyes, shocked and terrified. The last thing he heard was a screech from the brakes. The last thing he remembered was the final line of the song:

I'm on the highway to hell