Out Of Line

(albüm: Rest In Sleaze - 2005)

Got ya share of nuthing stukk with nuthing
Your mind idle, can't get the sleep
The ground is shaking and you wanna land fast
You're out of function lying flat on the street

Always gotta be the first in 'da line
A play with death to be no. 1
Cruzing with the boys in the trashed part of town
Raise my lust of madness when I'm feeling down

Drinks are flown'
My heart is blowing'
Another night in another town

Ooh, I love the taste of cyanide
Ooh, how I love to feel it burn inside
I'm on the hour and I've been there for a long time
But somehow I feel like I'm fading out of line

Hang around in the pit of my lair
I levitate, gotta get outta here
I'm born a rebel with 'da neck in the noose
They never tame me, can't change what I do