Tommy was a misfit kid, the son of disaster
He used to do the talking with the bullet from his gun
He was a kind of free bird, flying high and fast
Enraged, born to die free, he was born a rebel
Gimme shivers down my spine
Gimme a load of adrenaline
Make me feel alive, not afraid to die
A shot of poison to get high
One more kick before I die
Bryan left this world just a few days ago
He died before his time, he never went slow
We'll remember you my friend, Bryan was the best
Holding him was like holding a hurricane
Gimme shivers down my spine
Gimme a load of adrenaline
Make me feel alive, not afraid to die
A shot of poison to get high
One more kick before I die