Madchild - Hangin' On By A Thread текст песни

2 x Chorus:
Hey I'm hanging on by a thread
People walk away from me for wrong that I said
Memories like ghosts still haunting my head
Tryin to change my ways but I'll stay on till I'm dead oh oh.
Hey I'm hanging on by a thread
Don't you walk away from me for wrong that I did
Memories like ghosts still haunting my head
Tryin to change my ways but I'll stay on till I'm dead oh oh.

I'm hanging on by a thread people
Looking at me like what wrong with this kid
I guess I didn't realize the harm that he did
Cause everybody thought that i was stronger than this
What happened to the passion
Yeah fashion
He was smashing with the conquering fist
King Kong with a twist
Thank god my addiction wasn't longer than this
I admit it yead this song sound possessed and suppressed
But Madchild's back now on im still super
armed stormtrooper with the strength to lift my group up in a four door or a ford coupe with the roof down.
Nobody wanna hear their favorite group with a new sound
I understand why the fan became anxious
I don't wanna hear the Beastie Boys become gangstas
I promise that the gonna be no more tricks
It wasn't me, it was the devil red 6 6 6

Chorus:
Hey I'm hanging on by a thread
People walk away from me for wrong that I said
Memories I go still haunting my head
Tryin to change my ways but I'll stay on till I'm dead.

Hey I'm hanging on by a thread
Don't you walk away from me for wrong that I did
Memories I go still haunting my head
Tryin to change my ways but I'll stay on till I'm dead.(uh-oh)

Flyin blue unicorns, blonde Japanese girls in private schools uniforms
I don't really know who I am anymore
By now I should probably have a family of four
Devil on my patio then ran to my door
Beat me then kicked me down to the floor
I remember rocking shows fans on the floor
Now I'm sitting on the couch with my hand down my droors
Now I'm the joke to my friends
Instead of Pepsi in a beamer
I'm doing coke in a benz
Still the shit when I hit bars
The adrenaline I spit with can lift cars
I've never met an animal I didn't like
But almost every man I bang em with the hammer and a spike
Last five years down the drain, I'm in a pickle
I do whatever like I'm russian, hammer and a sickle
Brain broken like I forgot the alphabet
Thank God for
Evidence and Alchemist
Rob The Viking
Mad living and Joey Chavez
Fuck the mainstream dawg we the A Team
This is Clockwork Orange
Everything I'm making like clockwork form
Fuck you, fuck her, fuck him, and fuck them



Thanks to BattleAxeWarrior for correcting these lyrics