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Price on Life Video (MV)




Performed By: Beachmaster
Language: English
Length: 4:11
Written by: Christopher Zanelli




Beachmaster - Price on Life Lyrics




Girl, dry your pretty eyes
Put your arms down to the side
Don't give up
Don't give up
It's not won but you fought the war
Bad excuses, better sense, I'd run
Don't give up
It's okay, I don't often fall in love

For mothers, for sons
Pray they throw down their guns
I got halfway home before I bled out
Shot down, shut out, don't live your life in doubt
I'm not proud, sometimes they'd rather die
It's not fair, they way they make you live your life
Now you're doomed to lead this lie
Toe the line, well it's alright, yeah
It's okay, I've been known to do no good

We're gunning, we're gunning for you
They're running, running thin on the spool
Live your life like a f*cking fool
Tied down on the leash they made for you

Smoke another cigarette
Take whatever's best
They got bombs and lines
We got shouts and cries all night
Carry on with the pills and
Drink until your liver fails and
Roll those dice
Each night, don't roll snake eyes
Smoke another cigarette
Take whatever's best tonight

What's the price on life?
What's the price on a pile of them bones?
Ground down to dust into dirt, to the unknown
What's the price on anything at all?
What's the price on life?

We're gunning, we're gunning for you
They're running, running thin on the spool
Live your life like a f*cking fool
Tied down on the
Tied down on the
Tied down on the leash they made for you
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English

Girl, dry your pretty eyes
Put your arms down to the side
Don't give up
Don't give up
It's not won but you fought the war
Bad excuses, better sense, I'd run
Don't give up
It's okay, I don't often fall in love

For mothers, for sons
Pray they throw down their guns
I got halfway home before I bled out
Shot down, shut out, don't live your life in doubt
I'm not proud, sometimes they'd rather die
It's not fair, they way they make you live your life
Now you're doomed to lead this lie
Toe the line, well it's alright, yeah
It's okay, I've been known to do no good

We're gunning, we're gunning for you
They're running, running thin on the spool
Live your life like a f*cking fool
Tied down on the leash they made for you

Smoke another cigarette
Take whatever's best
They got bombs and lines
We got shouts and cries all night
Carry on with the pills and
Drink until your liver fails and
Roll those dice
Each night, don't roll snake eyes
Smoke another cigarette
Take whatever's best tonight

What's the price on life?
What's the price on a pile of them bones?
Ground down to dust into dirt, to the unknown
What's the price on anything at all?
What's the price on life?

We're gunning, we're gunning for you
They're running, running thin on the spool
Live your life like a f*cking fool
Tied down on the
Tied down on the
Tied down on the leash they made for you
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Writer: Christopher Zanelli
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music

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