Broken fists, aching bones
Greasy hair and trashed jeans
My breath is rotten,
Life aint worth a dime
I´m breathing
So it´s still mine

//
My flame is still burning
High into the sky
And even if it burns me alive 
It´s still better than to wither with time
It´s just rock n roll babe
Nothin´ more
//

Whatever I won a bet
For being me,
For just not being dead

Walking among you
Seeing no living but
Dead people talking
But they matter no more
I need more than this
More than this

Aces up my sleeve
Deaths breath is but a breeze
I will deal just one more hand 
Win or lose i really dont give a damn
All in

Blue Crossroad No 5