Machine Head - Triple Beam lyrics

And there's no moral to the story Read the lines in between 'Cause that's what happens When you balance life on a triple beam When you balance life on a triple beam I turn a gram to an eight ball, an eight to a brick The violence in my life was a measuring stick And there's no moral to the story, read the lines in between 'Cause that's what happens When you balance life on a triple beam I used to dream about the end And when it would come Drug dealers die young at the end of a gun Powders on the triple beam Girls around my neck No money? Well... she could always pay with s** Bikers tried to front me 30 grand worth of sh** Knew that if I took it, I'd never get out of this What the f** am I doing with amphetamines? But that's what happens when you balance life on a triple beam When you balance life on a triple beam My dealer trusted nobody Make you take a test See if you would rat him out or stab him in the chest He'd make you s** the Gla**-Dick, called it "dragon's breath" Your heart would beat so fast Before your eyes life flashed Ain't easy to make cash Living off of meth It's a paranoid world Violent and mean But that's what happens When you balance life on a triple beam Paranoid, the gun is loaded Nose destroyed and mind corroded Rival dealers want me broken If I sleep, it's with one eye open They call it crank, speed, rosebud, methamphetamine They call it crank, ice, bathtub, methamphetamine At the AM/PM Shattuck and 51st 1:30 in the morning, streets at their worst My buddy started a fight, some dude by the pumps These black girls strolled up to watch 'em take their lumps Three cars rolled up, 15 dudes rolled out "You f**in' with our girls?" (mouth runnin' like a spout) I threw the first punch, nose broke on my rings Now I'm fighting 4 dudes and my head's starting to ring Somebody screamed "Stop, he's got a knife, run!" Not everybody listened, all of us were drunk As I turned my head I saw my friend's knife blade Murder in his eyes, the devil in his veins He swung at the first, but then he missed 2nd one got lucky, 3rd one took a hit The 4th got caught this time he wasn't missing Teeth grit down, survival of the fittest And he stabbed him, and he stabbed him And he stabbed him again k** that motherf**er, let him never breathe again And there's no moral to the story Read the lines in between 'Cause that's what happens When you balance life on a triple beam