Lyrics:
Faster Faster These Are The Days

Watch as they pass by It's so hard but we are holding on These are the best days of our lives These are the days, these are the days [x10]

how cold And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall When push come to shove, I just stand up and scream fuck 'em all Man, it feels like these walls are

em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em, come on Brown paper bag (Thank God for that) Brown paper bag Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights

, after the Grammy's I like to go cool out with the family Sippin', reminiscing on days when I had a Mustang and now I'm First class up in the sky Flyin' first class, livin' my life In the fast

, is Mike there? Last name Rotch Hold on, I'll check My crotch! My crotch! Hey, has anybody seen my crotch lately? Listen to me, you little puke One of these days

spendin my time preventin my mind flippin and goin insane/ and now that we comin up on these last days well into the fast lane/ its only contributin to

forever (whatever) Cheat me once, shame on you Cheat me twice, shame on me I'm an idiot That I couldn't see whats underneath That beautiful face Or these warm or worse days

high rollers was living, until the task force came A lot of ghost-towns and memories, bad-blooded enemies So many die with the same gangster pride that entered me These are

These are the days that make up the lifetimes These are the lifetimes that make up generations These are the lifetimes that make up generations These are the days These are