I was living on the edge of a knife
I
21 years of living under the hammer
But there's still
I can't get what I want
Stood up shot down and
High stung tension an American Night
Can't find a friend
It's our daily routine work
To sail the ship on
Do you ever find yourself living in the past
The life
I got a car shining bright as day
Tearing it up
Fighting in the street
The strong survive you'll see
Pacing
Hanging on the corner living on borrowed time
Taking my
It's a place where greater men than I have gone
And
Cruisin' down the boulevard where
Chrome was king in the street
Kids standing in the streets
Angry faces and weapons on their
I save all my suffering for myself
I won't share the
In days gone by we chose our side
Showed them
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