Dying for a Six-String

In the morning from a distance

You can smell the gasoline

You can feel the fire burning

But I'm nowhere to be seen

Cause I am on my way

To somewhere new my friend

I won't be back tomorrow

Cause I learned everytime

I thought I'd die I knew it was just a lie

Now I'm longing for the good times

And I'm grateful for the bad

All the miseries and wonders

Are the best we've ever head

I'm just dying for a six-string

That keeps playing in my head

How could we just say

We'd be better off dead

I've been taking stairs to heaven

And I'm used to burning in hell

And from all the places I've been

There are stories left to tell

I got wounds and scars

And a middle finger with a smile

Down with all the sorrow

Cause I know everytime I thought I'd die

I learned it was just a lie

A chorus ringing in my ears

Chasing away all doubts and fears

And no hand ever holds me back

I won't defend I will attack