Accelerate in a car with no brakes
Top down in crazy town, hear the streets shake
You want a war? Hell, we'll give you one
So kiss the barrel of this gun
High noon just came too soon
Ain't no place for social grace, it won't win a rat's race
Young guns, Load 'em up for bulletproof fun
Wet dreams of limousines, Full of star-studded honies, disease queens
World's gone crazy, we're wild wolves baby
Ain't it funny, the things you do for money?
Bible black and we're livin' like rats
All you need, you need is just
True grit, True grit
Rule number one: stick to your guns
Born to kill, born to lose
I'm raisin' hell screaming out the blues
All the aces, kings and queens
Blackjacks and bad dreams
World's gone crazy, we're wild wolves baby
Ain't it funny, the things you do for money?
Bible black and we're livin' like rats
All you need, you need is just
True grit
True grit
Rule number one, stick to your guns