That's life, that's what I say,
Shot up in April, strung out in may,
But I know it won't, be too soon,
When I'm back on, night train in June,
I said that's life, as funny as it may seem,
All of my friends get their kicks stompin on my dreams
But I don't let it let it get me down
'cause this fucked up world keeps me spinning around
I've been a pupet, pauper, pirate a poet, a pawn & a king,
I've been up and down over and out and I know one thing,
Each time I find my self flat on my face,
I pick myself up and get back in the race that's life
I tell ya I can't deny it t thought of quittin
Lady my heart ain't gonna buy it and if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd shoot me up a bag and then id fly that's life
And I have defied it many times I have cut out
But I haven't died yet and if there is nothing shakin
By this July I'm gonna shoot myself up with a speed ball & die!

Writer : GRAMMER, BILLY/BEAM, DENNIS/ROSE, BOB
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group