I’d better step into my boots — keep shocking, a box of red wine keeps my head up rocking
A big pack of kicks and I’ll go again
You’d better start to wake up baby, a few more miles and then we’ll maybe…
See the shores that we call our home again
[Pre-chorus:]
Do you dare to call the sins of a tifetime? S.O.S — you’ve got to gamble to win
[Chorus:]
It’s a time warp, feel it on the sidewalk, it’s a sin, it’s a second of skin
It’s a time warp, feel it on the sidewalk, s.o.s — you’ve got to gamble to win
I’d better run away from home — keep rocking, like the soldier on his own
So fucking arrogant to ask for death again
It’s like running with a gun, sleep safely, going out there on my own, honestly…
Does any of this make fucking sense?