Madchild - Hangin' On By A Thread lyrics

Hey, I’m hanging on by a thread
People walk away from me for
Wrong that I said
Memories like ghosts still haunting my head
Tryin to change my ways but I’ll
Stay armed till I’m dead (uh oh)
Hey I’m hanging on by a thread
Girls should walk away from me
For wrong that I did
Memories like ghosts still haunting my head
Tryin to change my ways but I’ll
Stay armed till I’m dead (uh oh)

I’m hanging on by a thread
People looking at me like whats
Wrong with this kid
I guess I didn’t realize the harm that it did
Cause everybody thought that I
Was stronger than this
What happened to the passion yeah fashion
He was smashing with the conquering fist
King Kong with a twist
Thank god my addiction wasn't
Longer than this i admit it yeah this song
Sound possessed and suppressed
But Madchild’s back not worn i'm still super
Orange stormtrooper with the strength to lift
My group up in a
Four door or a Ford coupe with the roof down
Nobody wanna hear their favorite group
With a new sound
I understand why the fan became anxious
I don’t wanna hear the
Beastie Boys become gangsters
I promise that there gonna be no more tricks
It wasn’t me, it was the devil red 6 6 6

Hey, I’m hanging on by a thread
People walk away from me for
Wrong that I said
Memories like ghosts still haunting my head
Tryin to change my ways but I’ll
Stay armed till I’m dead
(uh oh) I’m hanging on by a thread
Girls walk away from me for wrong that I did
Memories like ghosts still haunting my head
Tryin to change my ways but I’ll
Stay armed till I’m dead (uh oh)

Flyin' blue unicorns
Blonde Japanese girls in
Private schools uniforms
I don’t really know who I am anymore
By now I should probably have
A family of four
Devil on my patio then ran through my door
Bit me then he kicked me
Beat me down to the floor
I remember rocking shows fans on the floor
Now I’m sitting on the couch with
My hand down my drawers
Now I’m the joke to my friends
Instead of Pepsi in a Beamer
Doin' coke in a Benz
Still the shit when I hit bars
The adrenaline I spit with could lift cars
I've never met an animal I didn’t like
But almost every man I bang em
With the hammer and a spike
Last five years down the drain
I’m in a pickle
I do whatever like I’m Russian
Hammer and a sickle
Brain broken like I forgot the alphabet
Thank God for evidence and Alchemist
Rob The Viking madlib and Joey Chavez
Fuck the mainstream dawg we the A Team
This is Clockwork Orange
Everything I'm making dope
Like clockwork form
Fuck you, fuck her, fuck him, and fuck them!