got nothing but guts hanging off my neck But I'll still chilling Even with my blood and guts all over the ceiling I'm chillin', I'm illin' With my guts
I hate your guts on Sunday no other day of the week I hate your guts on Sunday but Monday morning you look so sweetI hate your guts on Sunday and I'm
you gotta get hard The world needs guts, the world needs power Show me some blood, show me some cuts, show me some scars The world needs guts, the world
To Play With Roadkill, Roadkill Jeffrey Bleached The Bones Of Roadkill, Roadkill Dog Guts, Dog Guts Dog Guts, Dog Guts Dog Guts, Dog Guts Dog Guts, Dog Guts
of the month You got your tools of business and They're bloodied by your clients and You're off to work with your Briefcase full of guts Door to door
It takes blood and guts to be this coolBut I'm still, stillIt takes blood and guts to be this coolBut I'm still, stillIt takes blood and guts to be
guts to be this cool But I'm still, still It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I'm still, still It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I
Been slaving all week long But now Friday's here I'm gonna blow my paycheck On whiskey, women and beer I got no security Or a college degree But if I
I gotta get out, I gotta break free Ain't gonna live in misery My minds made up, I'm leaving today Come hell or high water, I will break these chains
If you beat a dog for all his life You better pray he doesn't survive 'Cause every hit stays on his mind He won't forget until the day he dies He'll
With a cocked and loaded gun And the girl of my dreams I can't control myself Know what I mean I had one too many pills Now I'm high on sextasy I'm a
Sweatin' it out upon the stage Thankful to be out of the cage I got no fear 'cause I don't feel pain Come on baby let's do it again It ain't over 'till
It's all a lie Everything I've been told It's a phony lullaby That I got blindly sold Like a dog gone mad In his raging heat Like a gambler been had
The battle ain't over The fight goes on We'll never surrender We're still standing strong As long as you're alive, we're alive Rock 'n' roll will never
I work for a living So Mr. don't call me sir I spend my whole life gambling For nothing much in return But scars and burns Steel town Living in a steel
Truck stop south of the border Deep down in Mexico I'm running back to California With a fresh cut heavy load It's a white line fever It's summer time
Six days and I ain't seen a bed I'm hitting overdrive I got a death wish, I'm over the edge On a wild joyride 'Cause it's too much speed And too much
Blond, bad and beautiful In the hot summer sun With her tight dress painted on Fahrenheit 101 She got the long legs to prove it The back end to move