The boys from your gang are knocking whisky back, They got worship god, and trust the gun You tried to stretch me on the rack Wishful thinking, the way I feel, You feel the hollows burnin’ But it's too late for his love. Аlready caught in a trap.
We all live under the sun, We all live under the sun.
We all live under the sun, like any old fool would do.
Tell me I'm not the only one You Really Got a Hold On Me And Now I'm sick of this waiting Come on and take your shot Take your shot Take your shot (Get up and go outside It can help your mind too Free from what we ask)