| Like a strung out gypsy kickin' the juice
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| You can read me my rights I’ve got nothing to loose
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| You’re low say, wanna get it right
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| Want a piece of me you’ll better make it tonight
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| Like co-star Johnny was beating the vibes
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| With all the liguor & drugs and lust for life
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| A cruel way of life you see
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| Well to much thinking will be the death of me
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| I’m slightly burning for living it so fast
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| Well I’ll rather die than fade away
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| Bent out reckless here’s my call
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| Ain’t never gonna fade
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| The writings on the wall
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| Stone cold crazy rollin' wrecking machine
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| Give it to me good, real sharp and clean
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| Along the way, better stick on to it
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| 'Cause bad habits and me always seems to fit
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| Drop me down a line from all of what you’ve read
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| You can spare me your luck 'cause you ain’t what I need
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| If it suits me, well then I’ll use it to
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| Well you like what you see now I know that you do
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| I’m slightly burning for living it so fast
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| Well I’ll rather die than fade away
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| Bent out reckless here’s my call
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| Ain’t never gonna fade
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| The writings on the wall
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| Bent out reckless here’s my call
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| Ain’t never gonna fade
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| The writings on the wall |