Dead Harts - Perm Back and Sides lyrics

We charge with lions by our sides But live in fear of the wolves that we've cried So f** your friends and f** your pride You'll never take me alive Bring back the good old days the nineties sun, super lemon haze We'll never change our ways Will I ever get out of this game I would give anything not to feel this lame I need something to pull me through this each and every day This town isn't big enough for the both of us So take your best shot Let's see what you have f**ing got In this city you can buy anyone or anything Let's see the colour of your money Bring back the good old days the nineties sun, super lemon haze We will never change our ways