Twisted

Hell, lately I've been living
way too [bad word] fast.
This successful life I'm leading
is bound to kick my [bad word] 
My gold and platinum records
just pay my gold card bills.
My whiskey drinking Cadillac
two story house on the hill

For it's hell
it's hell
and it's twisted
it's twisted

Oh, 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, keep
it's time I go.

Hell, I've been talking to myself
about living this smoke screen haze.
Well, Mr. [bad word] let me tell you son
that is the price
you've got to pay.

But it's hell
it's hell
and it's twisted
it's twisted

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.

Gotta keep on, keep it on, keep
it's time I go.

(Solo)

I do it to myself
every day
every night.
Hell
more hell
it gets twisted
ooh,
twisted

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.

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, keep
it's time I go. [bad word]