Tommy was a misfit kid, the son of disaster He used to do the talking with the bullet from his gun He was a kind of free bird, flying high and fast
Enraged, born to die free, he was born a rebel
Blast me up Gimme shivers down my spine Blast me up Gimme a load of adrenaline Blast me up Make me feel alive, not afraid to die Blast me up Can't tame a wild heart Blast me up Feed me with dynamite Blast me up A shot of poison to get high Blast me up One more kick before I die Blast me up Can't tame a wild heart
Bryan left this world just a few days ago He died before his time, he never went slow We'll remember you my friend, Bryan was the best Holding him was like holding a hurricane He was born a rebel
Gimme shivers down my spine Gimme a load of adrenaline Make me feel alive, not afraid to die Can't tame a wild heart Feed me with dynamite A shot of poison to get high One more kick before I die Can't tame a wild heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
