Social Pressure: 25 Bullets


i had a little dream that i was dead
there was 25 bullets lying in my head
i felt them all, i felt like shit
when some kid poked my body with a stick
i didnt know what to do, i didnt know what to say
i couldnt move my body or fade away
'...i didnt know that i was dead...'
some say its better to burn out than fade away
oh yes, thats what they say

i was lying in a pool and it wasnt paint
well this is what youll get when youre not a saint
if i could get just one more chance
i wouldnt let it slip through my dirty hands
now i am here, watching that kid play
i can not move or fade away
'...and now i know that i am dead...'
i guess its better to burn out than fade away
after all, life is a game
i guess its better to burn out than fade away