Six feet down, still sucking air Some act of God or voodoo shit keeping us here Hell's boiling over, spat us back Rise from our graves to the attack
What's good in life, twice as good in death A second chance to waste my breath Old habits die hard but these days these days so do I So I'm getting weird and living high
Burned out once, now I'm back The wicked get no fuckin' slack I might be dead but I'm not dumb They hunt for flesh, I have my fun
What's good in life, twice as good in death A second chance to waste my breath Old habits die hard but these days these days so do the dead A second chance to wreck my head
From my window I sit and watch the world go by The living run and the living die Breath that old familiar air Undead and not a care Blaze my decaying skin Crack one open, pour it in Soak these old bones Smoke these old bonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
