A finger squeezing on a trigger You're staring down the barrel of a gun Yeah, that slippery slope is awful muddy You keep sliding back no matter how you run And they laugh so hard back at the hideout While you try to understand their game You're let out only to discover That old bumper sticker truth still reads the same
And they say that life's for living But life as we know it It's a stick up Yeah, stick up
A shindig held on a slice of Heaven Where thieves are first to attend Once you're down, only then you find out That even your selfie stick's got a shitty end
They say that life's for living But life as we know it It's a stick up Yeah, a stick up
They say that life's for living But life as we know it ain't nothing but a stick up (Yeah) Yeah, stick up, woo
And they say that life's for living But life as we know it It's a stick up Yeah, stick up
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Compositores: Chip Fitzsimmons, Montgomery Fitzsimmons, Niklas Almquist (Randy Fitzsimmons) (AMRA), Wilbur FitzsimmonsEditores: Arson Publishing, Chris Dangerous Music, Pellevision Publishing, Vigilante SoundsECAD verificado obra #41896100 em 05/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEM