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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Rashed
D. Rashed
Composer
M. Birt
M. Birt
Composer
P. MacAusland
P. MacAusland
Composer
R. Switzer
R. Switzer
Composer
S. Kilbride
S. Kilbride
Composer

Lyrics

Alright, boys!
Whoa!
It feels like I'm goin' through a living hell
I get by tryin' not to lose myself
Look at all that we've been through
Hard times what money can do
I left ya, baby, feelin' used like a book on a shelf
It's those times when you feel all alone
Saved only by the comfort zone
Left to dream with nothing to say
Whipped out, knocked out, all night, boys!
Oh-oh, whoa-oh...
I gotta lie on my backbone
Hot dice my baby likes to roll
Whoa, yeah
Oh-oh, whoa-oh...
Short end of a wishbone
Think twice, my baby's outta control
Some say your daddy's given all you got
But you say he never gave you a lot
Hard times you never been through
Look what all your money can do
Left ya, baby, baby loves me, loves me not
Knocked out, baby, blow by blow
I never thought it would get that low
Where I fall, nobody knows
Knocked out, blacked out, alright, boys!
Oh-oh, whoa-oh...
I gotta lie on my backbone
Hot dice my baby likes to roll
Whoa, yeah
Oh-oh, whoa-oh...
Short end of a wishbone
Think twice, my baby's outta control
Knocked out, baby, blow by blow
I never thought it would get that low
She took it all now, don't you know
Knick knack, paddy whack, give your dog a bone!
Oh-oh, whoa-oh...
I gotta lie on my backbone
Hot dice my baby likes to roll
Oh, yeah, sing it, boys!
Oh-oh, whoa-oh...
Short end of a wishbone
Think twice, my baby's outta control
Written by: D. Rashed, M. Birt, P. MacAusland, R. Switzer, S. Kilbride
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