#1
on the table table stacks of bills
next to them lsd's and pills
its more than the money that you owe
i think maybe your soul is next to go

you beg, you cry, you just dont know
you cry, you steal, you borrow
stuck in debt with life and time
lost the deal,and your high behind

knock, knocking at your door
that guy you met, a freind before
you owe to him what you don't have
a life of work and headed for the grave

you beg, you cry, you just dont know
you cry, you steal, you borrow
stuck in debt with life and time
lost the deal,and your high behind

some say they're free
some say love owns their heart
some say but no not me
i know the truth and i play my part

the drugs, the money, the sex and the pain
the love the hate, the screams that your strong,
try to escape and you go under
nothing special, a junkie, another

i was asked to write a song about debt, this is what i came up with :P
Sorry if Ive offended some kind of Punk God I should brush up on my Commandments of Punk maybe copy down the Punk Bible a few thousand times so I don't forget again sorry for my error O Punk Master Of All Things That Are Punk .
#2
its pretty good sounds like something that would come off a guns n rosese album......sorry if thats not what you were aiming for
Bryce
#3
I liked it, the flow was great. I thought the chorus was really good, it tied everything together really well and line to line everything seemed to work, I have no problems with it. Solid work.
You and I are mortal, but rock n roll will never die.