| Why I’m not afraid to die |
| Then life forever, die |
| On broken wings into the darkness, I will never |
| Fade away, I’d rather burn out |
| Don’t wanna know how it’s all gonna turn out |
| So, shout |
| I ain’t gonna live forever |
| Shout |
| I don’t wanna live forever |
| I might swallow bleach and break in to Kobain’s house |
| A barrel in my mouth and blow my motherfucking brains out |
| Or maybe I’ll just O. D on J. D and codeine, real rock star shit |
| Alcoholic dope fiend chasin' that dream |
| And reachin' for the brass ring, I’ll open up a vein and find fame everlasting |
| Bitch, you wanna burn up, 'cus I ain’t got no plan B |
| Never plan to fade away so say «God Damn, Me» |
| And hand me the liquor |
| I’ll load a 12 gauge and we can get it done quicker |
| I signed on the line with my finger on the trigger |
| I know how it, nah, I ain’t bitter |
| Just a little sicker |
| Why I’m not afraid to die |
| Then life forever, die |
| On broken wings into the darkness, I will never |
| Fade away, I’d rather burn out |
| Don’t wanna know how it’s all gonna turn out |
| So, shout |
| I ain’t gonna live forever |
| Shout |
| I don’t wanna live forever |
| Pull an Amy Winehouse, soaked on wine now |
| Drink until I find out what it is |
| Join the twenty-seven up in heaven |
| Snorting lines of off titties, sippin' Jim Beam and sing |
| Still, I blackout wavin' to the Devil with a smile |
| Lift a bottle at his feet, 'cause he’s been waiting for a while |
| I can’t wait for the chance to play my part in this game |
| To leave my mark on this world, with a song and a bloodstain |
| Lately, I’ve been feelin' something creeping up all of a sudden |
| Maybe it’s the Reaper coming |
| I say «Bring it, Motherfucker» |
| Why I’m not afraid to die |
| Then life forever, die |
| On broken wings into the darkness, I will never |
| Fade away, I’d rather burn out |
| Don’t wanna know how it’s all gonna turn out |
| So, shout |
| I ain’t gonna live forever |
| Shout |
| I don’t wanna live forever |
| I wanna burn out like a Mustang |
| Or an old-ass dope fiend |
| Don’t wanna live forever |
| Gonna crash on, that’s what I’m hoping |
| I sold my soul so not to be old and be forgotten |
| One hand on the bottle, the other on the trigger |
| Let’s get this fucker poppin' |
| Why I’m not afraid to die |
| Then life forever, die |
| On broken wings into the darkness, I will never |
| Fade away, I’d rather burn out |
| Don’t wanna know how it’s all gonna turn out |
| So, shout |
| I ain’t gonna live forever |
| Shout |
| I don’t wanna live forever |