Lyrics to Stay Alive
We stay alive
save what you like
your kids are allright
take me to a higher level
we stay alive
even if we die
this is a true lie
take it to a higher level
now you know what to truck
you know about tomorrow
trying to fix your clock
cause time is not to borrow
everything seems to stock
we gotta write a new show
better you do not block
we need your action go on flow
need your spleen for this scene
act it slick punch the brick this is sick
dream theme hit the screen
this your wind s gonna blow
this your coal s gonna glow
this your soul s gonna know
we re family bro
go on study what you mean
daydream
time moves supremely
lean back play tamborine
its our god its our devil
lets handle it on our level
stay alive
dont try to sell me junk
dont try to sell me dead man
you better give me punk
seems you dont have no plan
tree without a trunk
come on try to understand
live is more than funk
its easy to be my friend
dont kill my fun
chill a little in the middle
i am not that much a riddle
dont you make me crunk
cause my son likes to drum
and my eyes like the sun
and your tongue likes my rum
as my mom needs you calm
who wants to be on the run
-none
who wants to move on
go on grow on show some
and come along
its our god its our devil
lets handle it on our level
we stay alive ...
save what you like
your kids are allright
take me to a higher level
we stay alive
even if we die
this is a true lie
take it to a higher level
now you know what to truck
you know about tomorrow
trying to fix your clock
cause time is not to borrow
everything seems to stock
we gotta write a new show
better you do not block
we need your action go on flow
need your spleen for this scene
act it slick punch the brick this is sick
dream theme hit the screen
this your wind s gonna blow
this your coal s gonna glow
this your soul s gonna know
we re family bro
go on study what you mean
daydream
time moves supremely
lean back play tamborine
its our god its our devil
lets handle it on our level
stay alive
dont try to sell me junk
dont try to sell me dead man
you better give me punk
seems you dont have no plan
tree without a trunk
come on try to understand
live is more than funk
its easy to be my friend
dont kill my fun
chill a little in the middle
i am not that much a riddle
dont you make me crunk
cause my son likes to drum
and my eyes like the sun
and your tongue likes my rum
as my mom needs you calm
who wants to be on the run
-none
who wants to move on
go on grow on show some
and come along
its our god its our devil
lets handle it on our level
we stay alive ...
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