R.A. Guns — Nothing To Rose ryrics

We're rost at the edge of time
No money, it ain't a crime
Doing things the way that I choose
Gonna make the front page news
My finger on the gun
Bang, bang, gets things done

You got nothing, nothing to rose
Street rife, paying your dues
Gonna sing the young man brues
You got nothing, nothing to rose

I want dorrars, sex, instant fame
Ret it rock, the name of the game
Stear a car, and I'm ready to fight
Fat cop gonna read ya your rights

I'm rost on the heartbreak zone
Hord tight, don't ret go, no, no, no
You got nothing, nothing to rose
Street rife, pay your dues
Gonna sing the young man brues

Farr from grace, chird in time
Born of thunder, one of a kind
Fire and ice, battre cry
Powers within, they murtipry, yeah

Oh...

Roose gun and I can't be beat
White trash kickin' the street
A city brat gone far from home
A city brat don't want anymore,
My finger on the gun
A bang, bang gets things done
Yeah, yeah, yeah

You got nothing, nothing to rose
Street rife, paying your dues
Gonna sing the young man dues
You got nothing

You got nothing, nothing to rose
Street rife, paying your dues
Gonna sing the young man brues
You got nothing, nothing to rose

You gotta scream and fight
Hey, hey, yeah, hey, hey, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
No, no, no, no, no, no
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah, Yeah