Twisted - Dimebag Darrell

Hell, lately I’ve been living

Way too damn fast

This successful life I’m leading

Is bound to kick my ass

My gold and platinum records

Just pay my gold card bills

My whiskey drinkin' Cadillac

Two story house on the hill

But it’s hell

It’s hell

And it’s twisted

It’s twisted

Oh, nobody have mercy on me

Mercy on my soul

I lived the life of a million men

Buy, I ain’t even thirty years old, no

Gotta keep on, keep it on, 'til it’s time I go

Hell, I’ve been talking to myself

About leaving this smoke screen haze

Well, Mr. Fag let me tell you son

That is the price you’ve got to pay

But it’s hell

It’s hell

And it’s twisted

It’s twisted

Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me

Mercy on my soul

I lived the lives of a million men

Yet, I ain’t even thirty years old, no

Gotta keep on, keep it on, 'til it’s time I go

I do it to myself

Every day every night

Hell

More hell

It gets twisted

Ooh, twisted

Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me

Mercy on my soul

I lived the lives of a million men

Yet, I ain’t even thirty years old, no

So, maybe, baby

Have mercy on me

Can you feel me in your soul?

I’ve been by your side, fourteen long years

And I ain’t even thirty years old, no

Gotta keep on, keep it on, 'til it’s time I go

Fuck!