A Life of Excess
High dollar clothes with tons of gold,
Putting on a look that’s daring and bold,
A rock star’s life , a break I cant get,
Why oh why am I not dead yet?
My habits will forever make me last in the race,
I powder my nose, beer the taste does chase,
Dressing up this face, to myself I’m a threat,
Why oh why am I not dead yet?
Going out tonight with X as my date,
Clubbing, dancing, tempting my fate,
No service I get irate, the waitress’s attention I can’t get,
Why oh why am I not dead yet?
Driving drunk to a party around the block,
Budding dime bags, pockets full of rock,
That guy’s gun did cock, my life I often bet,
Why oh why am I not dead yet?
Staring wide-eyed at the colors on the wall,
Tequila shots with beer in high ball,
The grim reaper I call, my fate I set,
Why oh why am I not dead yet?
I woke up in a strange place,
Someone’s in the shower, I don’t know the face,
She left something in me that I can’t erase,
From deep with in me, A voice fills the space.
I’m not dead yet but today’s another day,
If I don’t outlive my fun, my trespasses I will pay,
I should start paying attention to the help I do borrow,
If I don’t I might not get a chance to wake up tomorrow.
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