Dicing With Death Songtext
von Bulletrain

Life in the fast lane
Live without regrets
A lost soul
Whose veins burn like fire
Mama she is preaching
But her words wouldn′t ease the desire
Fooling around in the late night hours
Chugging any bottle like there's no tomorrow
His life is crashing before our eyes

And then it′s getting warmer (You sweat)
Roll again (Loose all your bets)
Pull out your gun (Play russian roulette)
'Cause what you give is what you get
When you're dicing with death

Big talk, cheap talk and he′s dicing with death
Getting high, hitting low and he′s dicing with death
What you give is what you get
When you're dicing with death


The boy passed out, his lips turned blue
Addiction to prescription appears to be the end
His life is hanging by a thread

And then it′s getting warmer (You sweat)
Roll again (Loose all your bets)
Pull out your gun (Play russian roulette)
'Cause what you give is what you get
When you′re dicing with death

Big talk, cheap talk and he's dicing with death
Getting high, hitting low and he′s dicing with death
What you give is what you get
When you're dicing with death


And then it's getting warmer (You sweat)
Roll again (Loose all your bets)
Pull out your gun (Play russian roulette)
′Cause what you give is what you get
When you′re dicing with death
Dicing with death
Big talk, cheap talk and he's dicing with death
Getting high, hitting low and he′s dicing with death
What you give is what you get
When you're dicing with death
(You can′t fool death)
And you can't fool your mother
(You can′t fool death)
And you can't fool your father
(You can't fool death)
And you can′t fool your brother
(You can′t fool death)
You're just dicing with death