Theory of a Deadman "Got It Made" paroles

Got It Made

There’s no time for a suitcaseJust grab a quick change of clothesYou ask where we’re going now honeyWell, I’d tell you, but nobody knowsSo sneak out the back door‘Cause you know they’ll try to make you stayMake sure you got a seatbelt on‘Cause were heading for the interstate

ChorusWe’re having the best time living the fast lifeThinking were just too damn young to dieAin’t waiting for next time to see all the bright lights, to see it allWe’ll drive in the fast lane out on the freewayTell us to slow down starts a car chaseAs long as we’ve got each other we’ve got it made(We’ve got it, we’ve got it, we’ve got it made)

Pulled over to the side of the roadGoing skinny dipping in the darkMust’ve left the radio onWe had to push the car to get it to startCruising down on SunsetThen went racing up Mulholland DriveThere we stopped at the top of the worldOh, I never felt so alive

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Now we’re running on emptyWe’ve got no place to goWe’ve been sleeping in the back seatJust waiting for the sun to showLow on cash, the tape deck’s brokeThinking of heading homeBut I can tell by the smile on your faceThat we’ve still got miles to go

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