Twisted

Lyrics

[Intro] Kick it Mr. Windfield, favors up Have mercy [Verse 1] Hell, lately I've been living way too damn fast This successful life I'm leading is bound to kick my ass My gold and platinum records Just pay my gold card bills My whiskey drinkin' Cadillac And two story house on the hill [Bridge] But it's hell, it's hell And it's twisted, it's twisted [Chorus] Lord, nobody have mercy on me Mercy on my soul I lived the life of a million men But, I ain't even thirty years old, no Gotta keep on, keep it on, 'til it's time I go [Verse 2] Hell, I've been talking to myself About leaving this smokescreen haze Well, Mr. Fag, let me tell you, son That is the price you've got to pay [Bridge] But it's hell, it's hell And it's twisted, it's twisted [Chorus] Lord, nobody have mercy on me Mercy on my soul I lived the life of a million men But, I ain't even thirty years old, no Gotta keep on, keep it on, 'til it's time I go [Verse 3] I do it to myself every day every night Hell, more hell It gets twisted Ooh, twisted [Chorus] Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me Mercy on my soul I lived the lives of a million men Yet, I ain't even thirty years old, no [Post-Chorus] So, maybe, baby, have mercy on me Can you feel me in your soul? I've been by your side, fourteen long years And I ain't even thirty years old, no Gotta keep on, keep it on, 'til it's time I go [Outro] Fuck!