Ella Blame Fast Life
Living fast Makes life so easy But may shorten it, chum, stay alive! Chum, stay alive! Chum, stay alive! You're running down the road of life. You never see what's left and right, Above and below you, nor inside. Chasing yourself makes you forget The harm been done to you when you Have still been an innocent child. You think living fast is the kick That you need to survive this trick. Although you banned drugs from your life, You're a junkie, a man in need. The car shoots over the highway, The radio plays awful noise, Hunting to still another date, The trunk overloaded with toys. Through the windshield, you see your wife, Your children you almost forgot, The car slips and begins rolling, That's the end of a real, end of a real, End of a real, End of a real, End of a real, End of a real fast life.
