Not Dead Yet Lyrics

Well, I was born too late to be a Rolling Stone
I don't know Jerry Lee, I never met John and Yoko
Standin' with a strat, I'm rock n' roll's bastard son
Go out, get drunk, get wild, have fun

I don't got a million dollars, don't drive a Cadillac
Give me half a chance 'cause I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead yet, oh no, I'm not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun, I'm not dead yet

I've been machine-gunned, handgunned, hijacked, left for dead
Dive-bombed, napalmed, nuclear warheaded
Dropped from a jet plane with no parachute
Which shot by a firing squad and raped by a business suit

I'm dancin' on a land mine, baby, one leg left
And I can still crawl and I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead yet, oh no, I'm not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun, I'm not dead yet

Well you're bigger, tougher, meaner, rougher
Dirtier and uglier and sneakier and trickier
You wanna shoot me with a gun, cut me with a knife
Take your bare hands baby, rip out my eyes

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You knocked me to the floor then you bit me in the neck, well
Hit me again 'cause I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead yet, no no I'm not dead yet
Well I'm a wild card hidin' in the middle of the deck
You better get a bigger gun, you better get a bigger gun

Well there's a mugger in the alley, there's a sniper in the hall
There's a girl at the bar who wants to get me by my balls
And the hangman is hangin', if I autograph the noose
Lee Harvey Oswald's brother's on the loose

Mafia hit man with a bullet for my neck
Some day he's gonna get me but I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead yet, I'm not dead yet
Well I'm a wild card hidin' in the middle of the deck
You better get a bigger gun, you better get your poison pen

I'm not dead yet, not me, I'm not dead yet
Well, I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun, go, go, go

I'm not dead yet, I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead yet, I'm not dead yet

Well, I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun, I'm not dead yet

Well, I was born too late to be a Rolling Stone
I don't know Jerry Lee, I never met John and Yoko
Standin' with a strat, I'm rock n' roll's bastard son