twisted
(Kick it)
Mr. Windfield, favors up
Have mercy
Hell, lately I've been living way too damn fast
This successful life I'm leading is bound to kick my ass
My gold and platinum records just pay my gold card bills
My whisky drinkin' Cadillac in two story house on the hill
But it's hell (But it's hell)
It's hell (It's hell)
And it's twisted (And it's twisted)
It's twisted (It's twisted)
Oh, nobody have mercy on me
Mercy on my soul
I lived the life of a million men
But, I ain't even thirty years old, no
Gotta keep on, keep it on, keep it's time I go
Hell, I've been talking to myself about living this smoke screen haze
Well, Mr. Fag, let me tell you son, that is the price you've got to pay
But it's hell (But it's hell)
It's hell (It's hell)
And it's twisted (And it's twisted)
It's twisted (It's twisted)
Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me
Mercy on my soul
I lived the lives of a million men
Yet, I ain't even thirty years old, no
Gotta keep on, keep on, keep it's time I go
I do it to myself every day, every night
Hell (Hell)
More hell (More hell)
It gets twisted (Twisted)
Ooh, twisted
Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me
Mercy on my soul
I lived the lives of a million men
Yet, I ain't even thirty years old, no
So, maybe baby, have mercy on me
Can you feel me in your soul?
I've been by your side, fourteen long years
And I ain't even thirty years old, no
Gotta keep on, keep it on, keep it's time I go
Fuck!
Mr. Windfield, favors up
Have mercy
Hell, lately I've been living way too damn fast
This successful life I'm leading is bound to kick my ass
My gold and platinum records just pay my gold card bills
My whisky drinkin' Cadillac in two story house on the hill
But it's hell (But it's hell)
It's hell (It's hell)
And it's twisted (And it's twisted)
It's twisted (It's twisted)
Oh, nobody have mercy on me
Mercy on my soul
I lived the life of a million men
But, I ain't even thirty years old, no
Gotta keep on, keep it on, keep it's time I go
Hell, I've been talking to myself about living this smoke screen haze
Well, Mr. Fag, let me tell you son, that is the price you've got to pay
But it's hell (But it's hell)
It's hell (It's hell)
And it's twisted (And it's twisted)
It's twisted (It's twisted)
Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me
Mercy on my soul
I lived the lives of a million men
Yet, I ain't even thirty years old, no
Gotta keep on, keep on, keep it's time I go
I do it to myself every day, every night
Hell (Hell)
More hell (More hell)
It gets twisted (Twisted)
Ooh, twisted
Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me
Mercy on my soul
I lived the lives of a million men
Yet, I ain't even thirty years old, no
So, maybe baby, have mercy on me
Can you feel me in your soul?
I've been by your side, fourteen long years
And I ain't even thirty years old, no
Gotta keep on, keep it on, keep it's time I go
Fuck!
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Writer(s): Darrell Abbott
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