Sister Sin. Other. Writings On The Wall. Zeneszám

Like a strung out gypsy kickin' the juice
You can read me my rights I've got nothing to loose
You're low say, wanna get it right
Want a piece of me you'll better make it tonight
Like co-star Johnny was beating the vibes
With all the liguor & drugs and lust for life
A cruel way of life you see
Well to much thinking will be the death of me

I'm slightly burning for living it so fast
Well I'll rather die than fade away

From the cradle to the grave
Bent out reckless here's my call
Ain't never gonna fade
The writings on the wall

Stone cold crazy rollin' wrecking machine
Give it to me good, real sharp and clean
Along the way, better stick on to it
?Cause bad habits and me always seems to fit
Drop me down a line from all of what you've read
You can spare me your luck ?cause you ain't what I need
If it suits me, well then I'll use it to
Well you like what you see now I know that you do

I'm slightly burning for living it so fast
Well I'll rather die than fade away

From the cradle to the grave
Bent out reckless here's my call
Ain't never gonna fade
The writings on the wall

From the cradle to the grave
Bent out reckless here's my call
Ain't never gonna fade
The writings on the wall