Killing Time - Remixed by Gilby Clarke Songtext
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Killing Time - Remixed by Gilby Clarke Songtext
I′m livin' every moment, like it′s my last
You could say I push too hard, but I like it fast
And there ain't nothin' on what you can depend
What you call your highway, could be your dead-end
Luck ain′t got the time, to be your friend or mine
I′m doin' nothin′, on borrowed dime
Don't get me wrong, don′t wanna bring you down
Take or give it as it comes, don't waste your life now hangin′ around
Sometimes, when you're on your own
You look around and find yourself all alone
Luck ain't got the time, to be your friend or mine
I make my living, killing time
Running late, killing time
We′re doing over, overtime
Spend your life on borrowed dime
I make my living, killing time
Say you′re depressed, you've been resist
Shake it, now don′t you fake it
You're the one who wants to make it
Don′t fake on anything, 'cause it′s in your hands
Stand up every time you fall
You got to show the world you don't give a damn
Luck ain't got the time, to be your friend or mine
I make my living, killing time
Running late, killing time
We′re doing over, overtime
Spend your life on borrowed dime
I make my living, killing time
I′m killing time!
You could say I push too hard, but I like it fast
And there ain't nothin' on what you can depend
What you call your highway, could be your dead-end
Luck ain′t got the time, to be your friend or mine
I′m doin' nothin′, on borrowed dime
Don't get me wrong, don′t wanna bring you down
Take or give it as it comes, don't waste your life now hangin′ around
Sometimes, when you're on your own
You look around and find yourself all alone
Luck ain't got the time, to be your friend or mine
I make my living, killing time
Running late, killing time
We′re doing over, overtime
Spend your life on borrowed dime
I make my living, killing time
Say you′re depressed, you've been resist
Shake it, now don′t you fake it
You're the one who wants to make it
Don′t fake on anything, 'cause it′s in your hands
Stand up every time you fall
You got to show the world you don't give a damn
Luck ain't got the time, to be your friend or mine
I make my living, killing time
Running late, killing time
We′re doing over, overtime
Spend your life on borrowed dime
I make my living, killing time
I′m killing time!
Writer(s): W. Axl Rose, Christopher Garrison Weber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com