Choose yourself a big-time money maker,
Got a white bag from the friendly undertaker,
Ride a scary, big, white whale,
Ride until your skin turns pale, oh yeah.
Scared to death, and you've seen nothing yet,
But a ghost is in your mind was enough to make your body sweat,
You might ride that ghost forever,
You might choose it now or never.
Born to win, live to lose,
No easy road leads to freedom,
Slave to sin, but the right to choose,
So break those chains and walk out the door.
I hear you think the devil's got a party hat on, when hellfire damnation is waiting in his kingdom,
Try to party as the flame grows higher,
Eternity in funeral fire.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Living in a haze, never showing your face, hiding out,
Roaming the night, turning black to white and cry it out,
Creeping spirit of destruction wastes your soul in sweet seduction.
Born to win, live to lose,
No easy road leads to freedom,
Slave to sin, but the right to choose,
So break those chains and walk out the door.
Deep in the darkness hides a scared and tortured man, trying to avoid eternal love the best he can, oh yeah.
Remember who you are,
Remember, shooting star,
Remember.
