Cigarettes
Whiskey from the bottle
stAnd on the Rolling
Stone
Faces of the Gods and Kings
Looking down from their thrones
They court meThe haunt me
While I danceLike a moth draw to the flame
I would rather burn alive than fade away
They love me
They kill me
Before my time
So the whole wide world can see
It's just another rock n roll tragedy
'They New York Times
Snaps a shot of people crying
As the news hits the street
Someone writes the book
Fills it up with lies
About the sex and all the drugs I took
They hurt me
They hold me while I dance
Like a moth drawn to the flame
I was born to burn alive not fade away
Love me
Kill me
Before my time
So the whole wide world can see
He's just another rock n roll tragedy
He's just another rock n toll tragedy
He's just another rock n roll tragedy
I close my eyes
I don't want to wake up
To my ordinary life
my ordinary life
my ordinary life
my ordinary life
my ordinary life
my ordinary life
I would rather be
Just another rock n roll tragedy