Lyrics
Tommy was a misfit kid, the son of disaster
Tommy was an outsider, a troubled child, and the offspring of unfortunate circumstances.
He used to do the talking with the bullet from his gun
He expressed himself through violence, using a gun as a means of communication.
He was a kind of free bird, flyin' high n' fast
Tommy had a rebellious spirit, living a fast and unrestrained life.
Enraged, born to die free, he was born a rebel
He was filled with anger, destined to live freely and die on his own terms, embodying the spirit of a rebel.
Bryan left this world just a few days ago
Bryan recently passed away prematurely.
He died before his time, he never went slow
His death was untimely, and he lived life with intensity and speed.
We'll remember you my friend, Bryan was the best
A tribute to Bryan, acknowledging him as a remarkable friend and an exceptional person.
Holding him was like holding a hurricane
Describing Bryan's presence as powerful and turbulent, akin to holding a force of nature.
He was born a rebel
Similar to Tommy, Bryan embodied the qualities of a rebel from birth.
Blast me up
An expression of the desire to experience an intense, explosive sensation.
Gimme shivers down my spine
Expressing a longing for a thrilling and spine-tingling experience.
Gimme a load of adrenaline
Yearning for a rush of adrenaline, seeking excitement.
Make me feel alive
Desiring an experience that makes one feel truly alive.
Can't tame a wild heart
Asserting that a wild heart cannot be subdued or controlled.
Feed me with dynamite
Expressing a desire to be energized and invigorated with explosive energy.
A shot of poison to get high
Seeking a dangerous and potent thrill, comparing it to a shot of poison for a high.
One more kick before I die
Desiring one final intense experience before facing death.
Can't tame a wild heart
Reiterating the theme that a wild heart cannot be restrained.
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