Reckless and Relentless

Album: Reckless and Relentless (2011)
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  • Music is fucking dead
    It's thanks to you cunts
    Stabbing it in the fucking chest
    You and all these fake, righteous, undeserving bands
    Fuck you

    Through sin and self-destruction, I stumble home, never alone
    My only home is the bottom of a bottle, and a rolled-up bill
    And I'm ready to go
    I live the same day in and out, and I don't care how long I last
    All the girls and drink and drugs but don't get me wrong
    I'm having a fucking blast

    (I am rock and roll)
    Living the life you can only dream of
    (I am rock and roll)
    At it's fucking finest

    (Whoa) just like the cigarettes hurt
    Just like the whiskey burns
    Whoa, whoa
    I guess I'm never gonna learn
    Just like the cigarettes hurt
    Just like the whiskey burns
    Whoa, whoa
    I guess I'm never gonna learn
    Whoa

    Not going to stop until my heart stops beating
    Not going to stop until my last breath comes
    I'm going to go until I hit the floor
    I can't find the way back to my feet (anymore)

    Pass me a glass and let's destroy everything in this fucking place
    Life at three-hundred miles an hour, you pussies can't keep up
    With this fucking pace

    (I am rock and roll)
    Living the life you can only dream of
    (I am rock and roll)
    At it's fucking finest

    (Whoa) just like the cigarettes hurt
    Just like the whiskey burns
    Whoa, whoa
    I guess I'm never gonna learn
    Just like the cigarettes hurt
    Just like the whiskey burns
    Whoa, whoa
    I guess I'm never gonna learn

    I've spent the last two years tearing apart my soul
    You'll put the next two in and kick-start the good old days of rock and roll
    Without a drink (without regret), without a second thought
    You hit the nail on the head with the back of your fucking throat

    (I am rock and roll)
    Living the life you can only dream of
    (I am rock and roll)
    At it's fucking finest

    Music is fucking dead
    It's thanks to you cunts
    Stabbing it in the fucking chest
    You and all these fake, righteous, undeserving bands
    Fuck you Writer/s: Benjamin Paul Bruce, Danny Robert Worsnop, James Arthur Cassells
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
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