Young Guns

Die On Time


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I slip away, like a thief I'm on the run
'Cause I cracked the safe
Sold the priceless parts for fun
I'll save smoke and mirrors babe
For the ones they work on
It's far too late for me

Show a little soul and they'll want more
These days a pound of flesh don't get you far
I watch you smoke your cigarettes
Drink your liquor, let's race to the bottom
Die on time, is this everything you asked for?

I bend and break for your pleasure, I'm undone
Kept tapping the vein now I'm drowning in the floor
But stay, be my tourniquet
We can share the hurt 'cause
It's to far great for me

Show a little soul and they'll want more
These days a pound of flesh don't get you far
I watch you smoke your cigarettes
Drink your liquor, let's race to the bottom
Die on time, is this everything you asked for?

Show a little soul and they'll want more
These days a pound of flesh don't get you far
I watch you smoke your cigarettes
Drink your liquor, let's race to the bottom

Die on time