My Way Songtext
von Moonshine Bandits
My Way Songtext
I did it my way, uh
Is mine the right way? Uh
I did it my way, uh
I did it my way, uh
Is mine the right way? Uh
I did it my way, uh
Is mine the right way? Uh
Echoes in the canyon, there′s crying from the sheep (sheep)
But they just don't have the passion for a lifestyle they seek (seek)
Now, the hourglass is passing, but the lion never sleeps (never sleeps)
′Cause he ain't done with huntin', ′til he finally stops to breath, uh
Million miles on the road
Missed my kids, now, they′re old (they're old)
Sip the Casela, mix the ice, turn around, miss the life
City lights, I shut ′em down (yeah)
Bring my wife off, turn her down (yeah)
You want the life, can't cut it now
′Til the knife goes, and you're in the ground
Stop the bus, hate the loves (loves)
Wash the dirt, can′t kill the buzz (buzz)
Pass the puff, 'cause the devil's heart
Is keepin′ me from the ones I love
Back on the bus to the front of the highway
Sittin′ in the burned high, up in the skyway
Highs to the lows, and then, they go sideways
Cigarette here 'cause I did it my way
Ooh, I did it my way, uh (yeah)
I did it my way, uh
I did it my way, uh (whoa)
Is mine the right way? (Yeah)
You were born in the middle of a thunderclap from God (hell, yeah!)
Burned down the Northern highway (damn right)
Stuck ′em hard, stood the surface of the sun
And then, we rolled on waves of many hurricanes (whoa)
We were light for those who lived in shadows
And now, forever, they will see (they will)
Living in a moment that we just don't understand
But, hell, we did it our way (I did it my way)
(Hell yeah, we did it our way) I did it my way, uh
(Hell yeah, we did it our way) I did it my way, uh
(We did it our way) I did it my way, uh
(Hell yeah, we did it our way) is mine the right way?
Don′t be afraid to fail
Put your middle fingers out there at them haters that are living in hell, uh
And don't be afraid to die
Grab a hold of the wind and fly high
No, don′t be afraid to fail
Put your middle fingers out there at them haters that are living in hell (living in hell)
And don't be afraid to die
Grab a hold of them wind and fly high
Is mine the right way? Uh
I did it my way, uh
I did it my way, uh
Is mine the right way? Uh
I did it my way, uh
Is mine the right way? Uh
Echoes in the canyon, there′s crying from the sheep (sheep)
But they just don't have the passion for a lifestyle they seek (seek)
Now, the hourglass is passing, but the lion never sleeps (never sleeps)
′Cause he ain't done with huntin', ′til he finally stops to breath, uh
Million miles on the road
Missed my kids, now, they′re old (they're old)
Sip the Casela, mix the ice, turn around, miss the life
City lights, I shut ′em down (yeah)
Bring my wife off, turn her down (yeah)
You want the life, can't cut it now
′Til the knife goes, and you're in the ground
Stop the bus, hate the loves (loves)
Wash the dirt, can′t kill the buzz (buzz)
Pass the puff, 'cause the devil's heart
Is keepin′ me from the ones I love
Back on the bus to the front of the highway
Sittin′ in the burned high, up in the skyway
Highs to the lows, and then, they go sideways
Cigarette here 'cause I did it my way
Ooh, I did it my way, uh (yeah)
I did it my way, uh
I did it my way, uh (whoa)
Is mine the right way? (Yeah)
You were born in the middle of a thunderclap from God (hell, yeah!)
Burned down the Northern highway (damn right)
Stuck ′em hard, stood the surface of the sun
And then, we rolled on waves of many hurricanes (whoa)
We were light for those who lived in shadows
And now, forever, they will see (they will)
Living in a moment that we just don't understand
But, hell, we did it our way (I did it my way)
(Hell yeah, we did it our way) I did it my way, uh
(Hell yeah, we did it our way) I did it my way, uh
(We did it our way) I did it my way, uh
(Hell yeah, we did it our way) is mine the right way?
Don′t be afraid to fail
Put your middle fingers out there at them haters that are living in hell, uh
And don't be afraid to die
Grab a hold of the wind and fly high
No, don′t be afraid to fail
Put your middle fingers out there at them haters that are living in hell (living in hell)
And don't be afraid to die
Grab a hold of them wind and fly high
Writer(s): Oscar Lloyd Harrison, Stephen Cradock, Simon Fowler, Damon Minchella Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

