I'm going down all the way, I got nothing left, I spent every last day years ago and this insanity is all I got to show, cain't eat, cain't sleep, but I sure can rock-n-roll.
When tomorrow comes I'll already have been gone, doctor save the cure, cause there ain't no fixing me, no there ain't no fixing me.
I crashed, I was thrashed and burned, sure seen my share of poison fangs and killer rats, you want a rhyme to live by, well, sometimes you die to live, sometimes you cry in heaven, sometimes you dance in hell, rockers never win, always lose, that's the life I choose.
When tomorrow comes I'll already have been gone, doctor save the cure, cause there ain't no fixing me, no there ain't no fixing me.
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