(Eric Martin, Andre Pessis, Joey Tempest) I'd bet my soul on a roll of a dice I hit the ground runnin' And I never think twice I'd brave the heat of
key i aint wat u want so quit lyin to me see i was born by myself imma die by myself and when i smoke my purple im gon get high by myself and if aint
Music: Rudolf Schenker, Eric Bazilian Lyrics: Klaus Meine, Eric Bazilian Good times bad times Bad times good times We were twisting Chubby Checker style
you, buddy! You're over! you're trough! BILL CASEY! You're dead! (I mean that . . . ) BUSH! You're still a wimp - I'm sorry - You're history! DEAVER
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: (Eric Martin, Andre Pessis, Joey Tempest) I'd bet my soul on a roll of a dice I hit the ground runnin' And I never think twice I'd brave the heat
to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma Six
this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm talking five comma six zeroes dot
back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma Six
: Music: Rudolf Schenker, Eric Bazilian Lyrics: Klaus Meine, Eric Bazilian Good times bad times Bad times good times We were twisting Chubby Checker
who I am, Jones, the struggle New York's mine [Jim Jones:] Can it be it was all so simple Imagine me in the Porsche, when I spin thorugh I lost my fitted