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Life aint nothin' but bones 'n souls And joy is just a riddle Me, I wanna spray-paint a Strad violin To look like a cow-punk fiddle. TV shows me a million grins And every bloody one is bland I'll trade you seven deadly sins For one lyric that gets banned... CHORUS: There's just so little time to live But so much time to kill So help me God I'm ready I need a brand new thrill. Fame & fortune intoxicate you But oh that glory fades Me, I'd rather park at a red-line curb And dodge the meter maids. I know a man who wheels & deals Pushing to be nouveau riche Me, I walk a Doberman to the zoo Just to let go of the leash... CHORUS: There's just so little time to live But so much time to kill So help me God I'm ready I need a brand new thrill Some guys are looking for Princess Grace Some for the devil's daughter Some like to set their skin on fire Diving into winter water. Some folks love to ski off cliffs Some are jumpin' out of planes Me, I like to drive about 45 In the left-hand freeway lanes... CHORUS: There's just so little time to live But so much time to kill So help me God I'm ready I need a brand new Need a brand new thrill.
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