Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (young and bad) P-P-Pull up in that Wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my neck with so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (count up them racks) Run up a sack

The wild and the young They all have their dreams They've got to be free The sun never sets For souls on the run So close to the edge And high on the wire They are not wrong They're alive

The way that that summer's just burning my mind It flashes on back so fast, oh The sun don't go, sun don't go down on that On top of the world The edge of a cliff Hands hanging on heaven, I remember the second I tasted your lips Sun don't go down on

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Releasing the fear White knuckle blackout, adrenaline rush Wide-eyed and red-faces, my skin hot and flushed The hair stands up down the backside of my neck Veins are a racetrack for fuel that I need Life on the edge is the bread which I feed Standing

She's my little whiskey Girl No Cuervo Gold Margaritas Just ain't enough good burn in Tequila she needs Somethin' with a little more edge and a little more plain My Ragged-on-the-edges girl Ah, but I like 'em rough She ain't into wine and roses Don't my

Turn turn away From the sound of your own voice Calling no one, just a silence Run to see you at the edge Fall off the avalanche Hold hold the light That fixes you in time Keeps you under

I'm sorry that I let you down L-l-let you down Feels like we're on the edge right now I wish that I could say I'm proud All these voices in my head get loud I wish that I could shut them out Let you down Yeah, I guess I'm a disappointment

Back from the edge, back from the dead Back to the start, back to my heart Back to the boy who would reach for the stars Back before demons took control of my head But now I'm back with my own story to tell Back from the tears that were too easily shed I

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by