Won't fit, can't conform i'll allways be the same hateful eyes glate to say I refuse to be tame no way to get ahead in a losers' race where no one wins they draft no master plan just punishing pain from the damned no options to accept we've got opinions we wanna express no way to get ahead in a loser's race where no one wins they draft no master plan just punishing pain from the damned outlaws, renegades with nothing left to save there's no tomorrow there's no today no reward stands in our way got a high price on our heads
Writer(s): Keith Morris
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