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Credits

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Barnes
Jimmy Barnes
Producer
Mark Opitz
Mark Opitz
Producer

Lyrics

Out on the weekend, I'm mad as hell It's confusion in the citadel No loser's gonna keep me down I've been kicked and I've been shoved around You think I'm crazy, but I know why I ain't no thief, and I don't tell lies That's how they play it down on easy street You can't win the game, if you don't cheat Here in my pocket, there's a 38 special Don't want to blow it, but you never can tell The only language, that the world understands Is a man on the edge, with a gun in his hand I feel like I'm walking on the edge of a knife They'll say I'm crazy, but I tell you why My world's on fire My world's on fire My world's on fire My world's on fire Doctors and lawyers, and rich man's sons They think that they must be the chosen ones They use you, abuse you then rob you blind They sit counting your money, while they fuck with your mind Nobody listens and nobody cares There's no prizes for winners, and nobody cares It's a total eclipse, on this side of the law And all I know, I can't take any more Feel like I'm walking on the edge of a knife They'll say I'm crazy, but I tell you why My world's on fire My world's on fire My world's on fire My world's on fire Feel like I'm walking on the edge of a knife They'll think I'm crazy, but I tell you why My world's on fire My world's on fire My world's on fire My world's on fire
Writer(s): Liam Howlett, Keith Palmer, Kim Deal, Marcos Salon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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