Album: L.a. Guns

Nothing To Lose

A bang, bang, gets things done

We're lost at the edge of time
No money, I need a crime
I'm doing things the way that I choose
Gonna make the front page news

My finger on the gun
A bang, bang, gets things done

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You got nothing
Nothing to lose
Street life
Pay 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, still I'm ready to fight
A fat cop gonna read you 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

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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 punk, now can't you see
White trash kickin' the street
A city brat gonna buckle hard
A city brat God what is it for

My finger on the gun
A bang, bang gets things done

Yeah, yeah, yeah

You got nothing
Nothing to lose
Street life
Pay your dues
Gonna sing
The young man dues
You got nothing

You got nothing
Nothing to lose
Street life
Pay your dues
Gonna sing
The young man blues
You got nothing
Nothing to lose

You got sweet 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

Love is a good time
(Love is a good time)
This is gonna be the greatest time
(This is gonna be the greatest time)