S.o.s. - Helltrain

I’d better step into my boots — keep shocking, a box of red wine keeps my head

up rocking

A big pack of kicks and I’ll go again

You’d better start to wake up baby, a few more miles and then we’ll maybe…

See the shores that we call our home again

Do you dare to call the sins of a tifetime?

S.O.S — you’ve got to gamble to win

It’s a time warp, feel it on the sidewalk, it’s a sin, it’s a second of skin

It’s a time warp, feel it on the sidewalk, s.o.s — you’ve got to gamble to win

I’d better run away from home — keep rocking, like the soldier on his own

So f**king arrogant to ask for death again

It’s like running with a gun, sleep safely, going out there on my own, honestly.

Does any of this make f**king sense?