(Aaaaagh)
From a passing car
Going too fast, the words sound bizarre
From a passing car

And I must confess, You've got a fear in your chest
Cause tonight’s really feeling like we’re in a wild western
Too young to die, but I’m gonna try

My world’s a revolver, a chamber revolving
You best not involving yourself

Too young to die, but I’m gonna try x2

(Are you looking at my fucking mrs.)
From a passing bar
Acting too tough, well he must be hard
In a passing bar

Still I confess, It must be cardiac arrest
Cause tonight’s really feeling like we’re in a wild western
Too young to die, but I’m gonna try

My world’s a revolver, a chamber revolving
You best not involving yourself
Too young to die, but I’m gonna try x2

When the Sundance Kid's passed out in a bus stop
Dreaming of desert roads
So far away from home
Face like an animal

Too young to die, but I’m gonna try x2