3rd Strike Lyrics
Strung Out
Listen to me Jesus this disease deceives us takes us for a flight than shoots us
down we
Need some protection from this soul infection help us save our selves before we
drown
Fight on fight on fight on fight on
Fight on fight on fight on fight on fight (2x)
A little hit can take away my fears and make me feel a real man selling all I
have to
Make me whole I can feel the fire fueling my desire medicate me now I've lost
control
Strung out again I don't know when I'm gonna quit this game
Quit this game I'm a slave headin for the grave lost my name another number not
a name
Memories of my brothers resting six feet under guess they met their fate too
young to
Die tears of grief and sadness turning into madness falling from their faces
mothers cry
Strung out again I don't know when I'm gonna quit this game
Quit this game I'm a slave headin for the grave lost my name and number and now
I got it back
Sick and tired of being sick and fuckin tired
Hopin that I shot pop walk the highwire brothers I left now that I accept
I aint nothin but a dope fiend hangin by a rope seen a little bit of hope
GODDAMN this aint no fuckin joke my next binge witha syringe might be the end
Take me out down for the count
Livin in a gang aint what I'm about motherfucker
I see you wasting away you look at me and see the same
Why must we be normal and sane why must we live this life of pain
Strung out again I don't know when im gonna quit this game
Quit this game I'm a slave headin for the grave lost my name and number and now
I got it back