Nothing To Lose - L.A. Guns

We’re lost 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 lose

Street life, paying your dues

Gonna sing the young man blues

You got nothing, nothing to lose

I want dollars, sex, instant fame

Let it rock, the name of the game

Steal a car, and I’m ready to fight

Fat cop gonna read ya your rights

I’m lost on the heartbreak zone

Hold tight, don’t let go, no, no, no

You got nothing, nothing to lose

Street life, pay your dues

Gonna sing the young man blues

Fall from grace, child in time

Born of thunder, one of a kind

Fire and ice, battle cry

Powers within, they multiply, yeah

Oh…

Loose 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 lose

Street life, paying your dues

Gonna sing the young man dues

You got nothing

You got nothing, nothing to lose

Street life, paying your dues

Gonna sing the young man blues

You got nothing, nothing to lose

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