Some people like to make all the rules
And tell others what to do
They make it their way so they always win
And the others always lose
Street gangs and madmen
How they wage their private wars
In bankers clothes their hearts are froze
And their wives hold hands with whores

Ill sit and spin for a little while
If its the end of days
Im going out in style

Too much, too young, too fast
Im gonna drink it up while it lasts
Too much, too young, too fast
Im gonna tear it up so fill my glass

Thieves in the night rob you blind with surgical precision
You cant evade the eye in the sky
He got facial recognition, paranoia on every street
Its hard to stay alive, never know when youll feel the heat
Before it takes your life

Ill sit and spin for a little while
If its the end of days
Im going out in style

Too much, too young, too fast
Im gonna drink it up while it lasts
Too much, too young, too fast
I’m gonna tear it up so fill my glass

Too much, too young, too fast
Im gonna drink it up while it lasts
Too much, too young, too fast
Im gonna tear it up so fill my glass

Too much Im gonna drink it up
Too fast, yeah, while it lasts

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Thanks to (Jeromy W.) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 5, 2008