I’m stuck on the edge, I’m one of the dregs, I have no home
I’m sick in the head, I’m feelin’ dead and I’m not alone
I opened the door, threw up on the floor, now I’m feeling good
I’m gettin’ sore, come back for more like youknew I would
Now I’ll run a million miles an hour
Otherwise I’ll be Left for Dead
I’m on top of the world with all the pretty girls, it won’t last for long
I’ll be thrown in a cell, it’s a living hell, I done nothing wrong.
I’m stuck on the edge, I’m one of the dregs, I have no home
I’m sick in the head, I’m feelin’ dead and I’m not alone
Now I’ll run a million miles an hour
Otherwise I’ll be Left for Dead
Now I’ll run a million miles an hour
Otherwise I’ll be Left for Dead