Текст Live My Last – 45’s

Better tell me something good, you better say it to me sweet
‘Cause’ I took a hit but this nervous twitch is killing me
Every wall is caving in, respiration growing slow
Self medicate and then operate on where to go

I’ve dealt with my life, I’ve stuck to my guns
I’ve got bullets for the masses, itchy fingers are trigger happy
I’ve dealt with my life, I’ve stuck to my guns
45’s are still in fashion, hide behind bulletproof glass, oh

Radio someone to keep me silent
Radio my soul (My soul, my soul)
Radio someone to stop the violence
Before I let go

Every wall is caving in, respiration growing slow
Self medicate and then operate on where to go
I’ve got fire in the eyes, cold steel against the hand
Surprise, I might as well admit my plans

I’ve dealt with my life, I’ve stuck to my guns
I’ve got bullets for the masses, itchy fingers are trigger happy
I’ve dealt with my life, I’ve stuck to my guns
45’s are still in fashion, hide behind bulletproof glass, oh

Radio someone to keep me silent
Radio my soul (My soul, my soul)
Radio someone to stop the violence
Before I let go

Run for cover, 45’s are still in fashion
Run for cover, itchy fingers are trigger happy
Run for cover, 45’s are still in fashion
Run for cover, itchy fingers are trigger happy

I’ve got this under control, but itchy fingers are trigger happy
I’m not happy

Radio someone to keep me silent
Radio my soul (My soul, my soul)
Radio someone to stop the violence
Before I let go

Run for cover, 45’s are still in fashion
Run for cover, itchy fingers are trigger happy