Monday, May 16, 2011

Lifer

From day fucking one I knew who I was
I was put here for a good time
fuelled by booze, drugs and fights
The only reprieve I can see
from living in a broken,
God forsaken world
My rose through its false lights.

If you slit my throat it would spurt out in Mohawks
And I'll still be screaming out my thoughts
Well kept, Well played, well sung
are things I don't do to live long.
I'm here to bust some heads
and mend my dread
With drinks around friends
Cause We're here for one thing
And we're in it for life.

I don't know about you
But I tried suits
and couldn't shake the blues
It wasn't who I was
it wasn't what I'd be
I can't swap the hawk for
the briefcase
and it was then that I knew
I had to be in it for life.

If you slit my throat it would spurt out in Mohawks
And I'll still be screaming out my thoughts
Well kept, Well played, well sung
are things I can't do to live long.
I'm here to bust my heads
and mend my dread
With drinks around friends
We're only here for one thing
And we're in it for life.

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