Left For Dead -

I’m stuck on the edge, I’m one of the dregs, I have no home

I’m sick in the head, I’m feelin' dead and I’m not alone

I opened the door, threw up on the floor, now I’m feeling good

I’m gettin' sore, come back for more like youknew I would

Now I’ll run a million miles an hour

Otherwise I’ll be Left for Dead

I’m on top of the world with all the pretty girls, it won’t last for long

I’ll be thrown in a cell, it’s a living hell, I done nothing wrong.

I’m stuck on the edge, I’m one of the dregs, I have no home

I’m sick in the head, I’m feelin' dead and I’m not alone

Now I’ll run a million miles an hour

Otherwise I’ll be Left for Dead

Now I’ll run a million miles an hour

Otherwise I’ll be Left for Dead