You wake up in the morning
and you`re smokin` like a house on fire.
`Cause you`ve been out all night,
and you`re burnt down to the wire.
I really love you baby,
but you put me through the fire. ... Whoa.
Your lifestyle... is killin me.
And if I don`t do somethin`
`bout it there`ll be nothing left for me. ... Whoa.
Youre talkin` too much while
you`re driving in way too fast.
And you never make sense
`cause you`re too busy havin` a blast.
I know we got no future
`cause you just can`t remember the past. ..Whoa.
Your lifestyle... is killin me.
And if I don`t do somethin`
`bout it there`ll be nothing left for me. ..Whoa.
Pack my bags got one foot out the door.
`Cause I can`t take one more
night on the killin` floor. I must be losin` my mind
`cause I think I`m comin` back for more. ..Whoa.
Your lifestyle... is killin me.
And if I don`t do somethin`
`bout it there`ll be nothing left for me. ..Whoa.
Stop... killin` me...