Any little thing that you want, young gun
Someone's got a footfull to feed
Spent your twenties rotating 'round like a hot dog
Sweating like a gas station meat

When it's easy
They want it bad
When you're needed
They turn their back

Lucky lottery, oh baby
Must be nice to be out living the dream
Spent a twenty buying a case for the old crew
Haven't seen their faces in weeks

All my friends keep dropping dead
But recovery's the narrative

All I want
Is an easy way out of what it isn't

Nothing's easy when it counts
Sliding backwards, striking out
Now open your еyes

All that you want, young gun
Gotta keep eyes on thе prize
All that you want, young gun
Everything comes for a price
'Cause nothing's easy when it counts
So wring your guts out, play it loud
Take to drinking, burning out
Now open your eyes