You drink champagne and sniff cocaine
You got a birthday everyday
Too young to die, too much to live
To feel the pleasures of your life
You lucky boy, you chose your way
And old child dreams are run away
You trace the line and feel so fine
You got a chance to die on time
I want to join your holiday
Relax and drink, revel all day
You feeling no responsible
No pledge or charge, no trust or debt
You lucky boy, you chose your way
And old child dreams are run away
You trace the line and feel so fine
And it’s your chance to die on time
You junk and scum, you falling down
And your bright world now looks so dull
You call your dead, but he is so mad
He is lost control and so upset
You lucky boy, you chose your way
And old child dreams are run away
You trace the line and feel so fine
And it’s your chance to die on time