paroles de chanson Stay Alive - Herman Brood & His Wild Romance

Late afternoon
Fridaynight is almost there
Washing dishes from McDonalds
The money aint wild but i don't care

Workin' the street
Hot enough to make you stop and stare
I ve never been to Paris
But somehow i just don't care

You gotta do it with soul
Do it from the heart
To make a fortune
You ve gotta be smart

Feelin'your bones
Mellow in the rain
People try to vain
The psychedelics of my brain

Gotta get up
Gotta move out
Got to try and hide
Gotta get inside
Gotta survive
I'm a rat in a mace
First blood crossing my face
Gotta stay alive
I'm gonna stay alive

You ve gotta to hit
If you wanna make it roll
Stay ahead of the mob
You gotta score if you wanna keep up
Whith your blood brothers at the top

Gotta leave this town
Got a guitar
Make a million and live in L.A.
Gotta stay on the scene, aint gonna fade away
Gotta get up
Gotta move out
Got to feel the drive
Got to survive
Got to get up
Got to survive
Got to stay alive
I'm gonna stay alive

I'm gonna be in the army
I'm gonna be a G.I.
Gonna be in the Navy
Gonna be alright

All these good looking officers
Taking care of me
All these well dressed officers
Take good care of me

When your too fast
Your gonna miss the smell
Too slow
Your gonna live in hell

Gotta get up
Gotta move out
Gotta feel the drive
Got to survive

Feel my body mellow in the rain
Gotta stay alive
I'm gonna stay alive

She's taking double Scotsch for breakfast
Just another excess
I'd better say yes
To the smell of succes

She's cabled like an idiot
Drinking Gin in the sun
I'd try to steal her jewels
But i got away with none

Got to get up
Got to move out
Got to survive
Got to stay alive

I'm a rat in a mace
First blood crossing my face
Gotta stay alive
I'm gonna stay alive