To The Hilt (Live)

* To the hilt

You wann try – wanna fly

Right through the needles eye

Wanna be chilled – wanna be thrilled

Press your luck right to the hilt

Hey boy – quit that stare

Get out – a – grandpa's rockin' chair

How about raisin' hell – lets see if we

Outdo ourselves.

One day you'll be tied and gagged

Your head upon the railroad track

The rail's hummin' – there's a train-a-comin'

I'm sure your last thought's full of regret

Before the wheels roll across your neck

Why didn't I do this?

How come I didn't do that?

I could be out there – paintin' towns red

Sweat

Maybe I'll wake up in bed

No boy! This is it... You should've used

A bit more wit.

Get out there 'n dig in deep

Stay wide awake when you're asleep

Who wants to compromise – when every

Second hour flies

Set the time on half past tilt

For making love right to the hilt

One day you'll be buried

Up to your elbows in the sand.

And there's honey glowin'

Down your cheeks it's flowing

You'll find some time to reflect

Before the ants are crawling over your head

Why didn't I do this?!

How come I didn't do that ...

Is this a dream that's gone bad?

Maybe I'll just wake up in bed ...

To the hilt – is that what you said?