He sticks to his guns
He take the road as [bad word] It takes the shine off his shoes

He's says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won't play to lose

He's burning the grass
He take up a glass
He swallow it neat

He crosses the floor
He open the door
He take a sniff of the street


And she tell him that he's crazy
She's saying: "Listen, baby,
I'm your wife"


She tells him he's crazy
For gambling with his life

But he climbs on his horse
You know he feels no remorse
He just kicks it alive

His motor is fine
He take it over the line
Until he's ready to dive


And she tell him that he's crazy
She's saying: "Listen, baby,
I'm your wife"


She's tell him he's crazy
For gambling with his life

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as [bad word] It takes the shine off his shoes

He's says it's a shame
You know it may be a game
But I won't play to lose

He sticks to his guns
He take the road as [bad word] It takes the shine off his shoes

He's too fast to stop
He take it over the top
He make a line in the news