311 — Rock On

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You’re wasted
Kept it on the tip of your tongue, you can taste it
Never thought you’d play with a gun but it’s pleasing
At least you can feel something
The burning of your flesh hits your nose, now you’re bumping
When you are dealing back spinning wheels and
Doin’ that grind all of the time
Someone will getcha, know they’ll out betcha
Swipe away your dime, find your bottom line
You’re cruisin’, don’t even care about what you’re losing
You’re using anything that comes your way, here today
Gone tomorrow, all about beg, steal, and borrow
Can’t stop, won’t stop ’til there’s nothing left but sorrow
You’re cruisin’, don’t even care about what you’re losing
You’re using anything that comes your way, here today
Gone tomorrow, all about beg, steal, and borrow
Can’t stop, won’t stop ’til there’s nothing left but sorrow
The palace became a prison, the phoenix within you risen
Shot by your own device you paid the price and so you give in
To the pity party, party of one, no one shows up
Another sip of poison, slow death fills your cup
Your head’s wrecked from your neck down, it’s out of your hands
Your arms feel tied down and you can’t understand
When you try to stand up your legs have other plans
Oh man, damn, you can’t get out of this jam
You’re cruisin’, don’t even care about what you’re losing
You’re using anything that comes your way, here today
Gone tomorrow, all about beg, steal, and borrow
Can’t stop, won’t stop ’til there’s nothing left but sorrow
You’re cruisin’, don’t even care about what you’re losing
You’re using anything that comes your way, here today
Gone tomorrow, all about beg, steal, and borrow
Can’t stop, won’t stop ’til there’s nothing left but sorrow