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
Blast me up
Gimme shivers down my spine
Blast me up
Gimme a load of adrenaline
Blast me up
Make me feel alive, not afraid to die
Blast me up
Can't tame a wild heart
Blast me up
Feed me with dynamite
Blast me up
A shot of poison to get high
Blast me up
One more kick before I die
Blast me up
Can't tame a wild heart
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
He was born a rebel
Gimme shivers down my spine
Gimme a load of adrenaline
Make me feel alive, not afraid to die
Can't tame a wild heart
Feed me with dynamite
A shot of poison to get high
One more kick before I die
Can't tame a wild heart
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