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I’m Pretty Sure I’m Out Of Luck And Have No Friends

We’re All Gonna Die

SHOOT UP
The trip today saw you on your way
Wave your friends goodbye
You got a ticket for a holiday
In the air you’re gonna fly

Lose yourself on a distant plane
Astral dream of liquid mind
Another ticket and you’re off again
Never knowing what you’ll find

Waiting for the needle
To carry your soul away
Shatter your plans for tomorrow
You’ve only got one more day

So Shoot Up, you’re gonna get high
Shoot up, you’re gonna die
Shoot up, you’re gonna get high
Shoot up, you try to hide from yourself, but you can’t
So shoot up…

The trip today made you pale and grey
Man, you flew so high
Maybe you should find another way
Maybe you’re living a lie

Waiting for the needle
To carry your soul away
Shatter your plans for tomorrow
You’ve only got one more day

So Shoot Up, you’re gonna get high
Shoot up, you’re gonna die
Shoot up, you’re gonna get high
Shoot up, you try to hide from yourself, but you can’t
So shoot up…
So shoot up
Yeah!!!
Shoot up!

Lyrics Copyright 1982-2024 Stefan Sojka
Music Copyright 2024 Stefan Sojka

I’m Pretty Sure I’m Out Of Luck And Have No Friends

Underoath

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