24/7/365 Lyrics by Silverada
A dude in Birmingham put a brand-new cam in his 302
Ran like a bat out of hell to some motel off the county route
And he was half in the bag when they came in and dragged him out of bed
Said what he had to say so the DEA never found the bread
Whoa, doing what you can to stay alive
Whoa, 24/7, 365
Know a gal that could dance and put ’em in a trance down in the 512
She always had to bounce after they got down, she knew what to do
She’d get ’em out their jeans and into the sheets, and cuff ’em in their bed
Then she’d make tracks with their whole stash and leave ’em all for dead
Whoa, doing what you can to stay alive
Whoa, 24/7, 365
Whoa, doing what you can to stay alive
Whoa, 24/7, 365
Met a guy with a patch on his eye down at the Lost Horse Saloon
He had a three-legged dog, and we were both in a fog by the afternoon
Before too long I was dodging the hook, but I took the jab
While I was hitting the sack, he must of split out the back, I had to pay the tab
Whoa, doing what you can to stay alive
Whoa, 24/7, 365
Whoa, doing what you can to stay alive
Whoa, 24/7, 365
