| Song | Live 2 Die |
| Artist | Steelheart |
| Album | Wait |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kanowski, Matijevic | |
| (Will I live tomorrow?) | |
| Human race is up for grabs (Will I live tomorrow?) | |
| Who cares if it ain't your own (Will I live tomorrow?) | |
| Nothing to love nor feel (Will I live tomorrow?) | |
| Hangin' on a live wire (Who do we follow?) | |
| Communication out of reach (Who do we follow?) | |
| To many fat me living of me (Who do we follow?) | |
| Living in a glass house, in lies (Who do we follow?) | |
| How will I know | |
| I'll live tomorrow | |
| Living in this heart of sorrow | |
| Every night | |
| I pray for vision | |
| But I know | |
| I live , I live to die (Will I live tomorrow?) | |
| You think your so damn brave (Will I live tomorrow?) | |
| A foot in your mouth, digging your grave (Will I live tomorrow?) | |
| This shoe doesn't fit my size | |
| The world around me spins so cold, so cold | |
| Should I pack my bags in case | |
| If heaven lies in the wings of fate | |
| Here I stand named man | |
| Stripped me down wit my pride at hand | |
| Oh, it's such a shame | |
| The truth is lies and they're all the same | |
| Very well, sit alone in your electric chair | |
| I won't stand by you | |
| And watch you drown in your world | |
| Ice cold people runnin' in mid stream | |
| They're drawing a picture it's not what it seems | |
| Oh I can see right through them, it's so clear | |
| It's building up the pressure in between my ears |
| zuo qu : Kanowski, Matijevic | |
| Will I live tomorrow? | |
| Human race is up for grabs Will I live tomorrow? | |
| Who cares if it ain' t your own Will I live tomorrow? | |
| Nothing to love nor feel Will I live tomorrow? | |
| Hangin' on a live wire Who do we follow? | |
| Communication out of reach Who do we follow? | |
| To many fat me living of me Who do we follow? | |
| Living in a glass house, in lies Who do we follow? | |
| How will I know | |
| I' ll live tomorrow | |
| Living in this heart of sorrow | |
| Every night | |
| I pray for vision | |
| But I know | |
| I live , I live to die Will I live tomorrow? | |
| You think your so damn brave Will I live tomorrow? | |
| A foot in your mouth, digging your grave Will I live tomorrow? | |
| This shoe doesn' t fit my size | |
| The world around me spins so cold, so cold | |
| Should I pack my bags in case | |
| If heaven lies in the wings of fate | |
| Here I stand named man | |
| Stripped me down wit my pride at hand | |
| Oh, it' s such a shame | |
| The truth is lies and they' re all the same | |
| Very well, sit alone in your electric chair | |
| I won' t stand by you | |
| And watch you drown in your world | |
| Ice cold people runnin' in mid stream | |
| They' re drawing a picture it' s not what it seems | |
| Oh I can see right through them, it' s so clear | |
| It' s building up the pressure in between my ears |
| zuò qǔ : Kanowski, Matijevic | |
| Will I live tomorrow? | |
| Human race is up for grabs Will I live tomorrow? | |
| Who cares if it ain' t your own Will I live tomorrow? | |
| Nothing to love nor feel Will I live tomorrow? | |
| Hangin' on a live wire Who do we follow? | |
| Communication out of reach Who do we follow? | |
| To many fat me living of me Who do we follow? | |
| Living in a glass house, in lies Who do we follow? | |
| How will I know | |
| I' ll live tomorrow | |
| Living in this heart of sorrow | |
| Every night | |
| I pray for vision | |
| But I know | |
| I live , I live to die Will I live tomorrow? | |
| You think your so damn brave Will I live tomorrow? | |
| A foot in your mouth, digging your grave Will I live tomorrow? | |
| This shoe doesn' t fit my size | |
| The world around me spins so cold, so cold | |
| Should I pack my bags in case | |
| If heaven lies in the wings of fate | |
| Here I stand named man | |
| Stripped me down wit my pride at hand | |
| Oh, it' s such a shame | |
| The truth is lies and they' re all the same | |
| Very well, sit alone in your electric chair | |
| I won' t stand by you | |
| And watch you drown in your world | |
| Ice cold people runnin' in mid stream | |
| They' re drawing a picture it' s not what it seems | |
| Oh I can see right through them, it' s so clear | |
| It' s building up the pressure in between my ears |