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311

Rock On
by 311



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 doing that grind
All of the time
Some will a getcha
Know they'll out betcha
Swipe away your dime
Find you're 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 pay 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 the neck down
It's out of your hands
Your arms feel tied down
And you can't understand
And 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
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written by DAVID ESSEX
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