Rolling down a long highway out to New Mexico
Drifting down to Santa Fe to ride a bull in a rodeo
He's hooked on a feeling, addicted to a natural high
Don't know why it's appealing, all he knows is he's got to ride

He's addicted to danger, rule out passion and pride
To pain and fear he's no stranger
His lust needs to be satisfied
Hooked on an eight second ride

Getting hooked down in back of the chutes
Makes the rosin burn
He's got his spurs on the heels of his boots
He's at the point of no return

Hanging onto that chute gate
He settles down inside
The tension's rising but he can't wait until they
Turn that bull outside

He's addicted to danger, rule out passion and pride
To pain and fear he's no stranger
His lust needs to be satisfied
Hooked on an eight second ride

Hooked on an eight second ride
Hooked on an eight second ride