Letras
Smoker's die young but so do people
Drinking kills, so do missiles
War, love, peace
The only thing I'm sure of death and most come filled with regret
We've come a long way, there's no point in going back
Too much too young, but I've had my fun
And I thank all of you for that
When Commodore is king again
And Satan is your only friend, chew the fat
Computers don't need all that
They got tools to be their staff
And tools are all we hope to be
And fools will always play
Dangerously, dangerously, dangerously, dangerously
You feel your mind melting
You won't see your life again
And it helps you out, but it steals your soul
I'm at the controls