Lyrics

Hey where you from Think you might have ended up on the wrong side of town Watch you go and grab your gun My feet will hit the pavement, I ain't lookin' But I feel a countdown Come on over to the dark side Where we strugglin' every day I'll tell you all about this paradise And I promise you won't feel no pain Let me get wrapped up in your chaos Nobody makes it out alive Can't see no way out and nobody wanna save us How do I survive Whoa How do I survive Whoa The jaded are leading the blind And the sick boys are guiding the weak The cruelest are leading the kind And when the coppers all arriving Nobody speaks When the coppers all arriving Nobody speaks I still don't see no other way Already threw it all away I swear some things will never change But I'm gonna break that shit today Now that you made it out, what you gonna do Still feelin' like they're all out to get you Hear them screamin' in your head real loud Can't find a wait to turn the volume down The jaded are leading the blind And the sick boys are guiding the weak The cruelest are leading the kind And when the coppers all arriving Nobody speaks When the coppers all arriving Nobody speaks When the coppers all arriving Nobody speaks When the coppers all arriving Nobody speaks When the coppers all arriving Yeah
Writer(s): Steven Tyler, Marti Fredriksen, Steven Victor Tallarico Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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