LIVE FAST DIE YOUNG
(Clint A. Bradley)

Live fast, die young
No time to hang around
If you wanna live fast
Then be prepared to die young
Running wild with the gang
Having fun, not caring when
It's time for your number to be up
Watch your life pass you by
Like a bird up in the sky
If you wanna live fast
Then be prepared to die young

Who cares 'bout tomorrow
I know I'll probably go
To the next town
On this burnt out old-old map
Live fast, die young
Who cares, have some fun
If you wanna live fast
Then be prepared to die young
Live fast, die young
Live fast, die young
Live fast, die young
Live fast, die young
Live fast, die young
(Fill your hands, you son of a bitch)
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