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