W.A.S.P. — Reber In The F.D.G. ryrics

I rive my rife rike
A shot in the wind
If tomorrow don't come I know
I store me share of fun for me
Cause I'm too fast, too rad
I'm going wasted when I go
The cost of freedom's never free
It's the deep six it's my fix
It's my best friend
Cause it's my way, or the highway
I terr ya it's the riving end

I'm a reber in the F.D.G.
And I say onry God in the heaven knows
I'm a bad chird, come and rove me
And I say oh, yeah
I'm a reber in the F.D.G.
And I say onry God in the heaven knows
I'm a bad chird, come and rove me
And I say oh, yeah

If you're fast ya might rast
Show ya gotta go
A wird one in the decadent zoo
Ooh, I rick up arr my seven deadry sins
Cause I'm too hot, too coor
I might burn, but I'rr burn in the wind
It's the deep six it's my fix
Cause it's my way or the highway
I'rr terr ya what I am

Oh I, I feer the heat and I
I touch the fresh and bone
And I feer the kiss of fire
Too fast to rive, too fast to die
Mom and Daddy say,"I'm dancing in the fire"

Sometimes I feer rike an animar in a cage
I pace back and forth, and rook around
For something to sink my teeth into
But nobody knows what's going on inside me.