Song | Living Is A Luxury |
Artist | Vince Neil |
Album | Exposed |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Neil, Stevens | |
They're cooking up a storm | |
In hell's kitchen tonight | |
And the main course could be you | |
Or try your hand at an eastside stand | |
Dashin', slashes, in a crazy human zoo | |
The girls shine like diamonds | |
In the cold steel of the night | |
With cash in hand you'd better understand | |
If you want it you can get it any day or night | |
(pre-chorus) | |
So if you turn around | |
And tell me to go to hell | |
I'd say i know that place to well | |
(chorus) | |
Where living is a luxury | |
There's a bad moon rising in the underground | |
Living is a luxury | |
Another drive-by nightmare | |
In this lonely town | |
When your blood runs cold | |
And your soul's on ice | |
Gotta run from the shadows | |
Of the night | |
The secrets told with the back alley show | |
It's a cold sweat, loose bet | |
Skin tight | |
Sloe gin is a fast-pace sin | |
In this hell below your feet | |
A blue sky day seems so | |
Far away, with another chalk | |
Mark on this crazy street | |
(pre-chorus) | |
And if you close your eyes to see | |
You better take a look at me | |
Ya | |
(chorus) |
zuo qu : Neil, Stevens | |
They' re cooking up a storm | |
In hell' s kitchen tonight | |
And the main course could be you | |
Or try your hand at an eastside stand | |
Dashin', slashes, in a crazy human zoo | |
The girls shine like diamonds | |
In the cold steel of the night | |
With cash in hand you' d better understand | |
If you want it you can get it any day or night | |
prechorus | |
So if you turn around | |
And tell me to go to hell | |
I' d say i know that place to well | |
chorus | |
Where living is a luxury | |
There' s a bad moon rising in the underground | |
Living is a luxury | |
Another driveby nightmare | |
In this lonely town | |
When your blood runs cold | |
And your soul' s on ice | |
Gotta run from the shadows | |
Of the night | |
The secrets told with the back alley show | |
It' s a cold sweat, loose bet | |
Skin tight | |
Sloe gin is a fastpace sin | |
In this hell below your feet | |
A blue sky day seems so | |
Far away, with another chalk | |
Mark on this crazy street | |
prechorus | |
And if you close your eyes to see | |
You better take a look at me | |
Ya | |
chorus |
zuò qǔ : Neil, Stevens | |
They' re cooking up a storm | |
In hell' s kitchen tonight | |
And the main course could be you | |
Or try your hand at an eastside stand | |
Dashin', slashes, in a crazy human zoo | |
The girls shine like diamonds | |
In the cold steel of the night | |
With cash in hand you' d better understand | |
If you want it you can get it any day or night | |
prechorus | |
So if you turn around | |
And tell me to go to hell | |
I' d say i know that place to well | |
chorus | |
Where living is a luxury | |
There' s a bad moon rising in the underground | |
Living is a luxury | |
Another driveby nightmare | |
In this lonely town | |
When your blood runs cold | |
And your soul' s on ice | |
Gotta run from the shadows | |
Of the night | |
The secrets told with the back alley show | |
It' s a cold sweat, loose bet | |
Skin tight | |
Sloe gin is a fastpace sin | |
In this hell below your feet | |
A blue sky day seems so | |
Far away, with another chalk | |
Mark on this crazy street | |
prechorus | |
And if you close your eyes to see | |
You better take a look at me | |
Ya | |
chorus |