Explain a little more to me Why i should give a shit About anything you gotta say Your breath just makes me sick If were gonna die we might as well commit a crime Hot headed Hate driven And had to much to drink Keep revvin those engines Let's take this to the streets
I got one fist for you Or a hand to shake Take you pick or well knock you down I got one fist for you Or a hand to shake Take you pick or well knock you out clean
Rush and roulette one bullet in the chamber So now your under the gun What fate awaits you my son You can run but there's no where left to hide
So lets play spin the revolver In exchange for the fire You got a dying wish
I'm gonna gonna grant your dying wish You got a dying So sad it seems its come to this And i'm thinking about taking you out
