Hi, please. Lyrics

I'm thinking about life, I'm thinking about death, I'm thinking about my father's shallow heartbeat in his chest. And I know, Ma, you'd do anything, and you're always proud of me, but I'm weary of who I've become, and this idle life I lead. Getting fucked up every single night, and sleeping all the day, yeah, I do it all for Rock n' Roll, at least that's what I say to myself to justify this life, this endless masquerade, but when I go to sleep at night, the only thing i say is...

Where the fuck is my life going, Where the fuck is my life going, Where the fuck is my life going, Where the fuck is my life going, Where the fuck is my life going, Where the fuck is my life going, Where the fuck is my life going, Where the fuck is my life going?

Everything just means nothing, there is no future, there is no future. And everything just means nothing, there is no future, there is no future.

Guns, guns, pick up your guns, we're burning out the Sun, and we're killing everyone.
So rally together, rally on high, we'll live for tonight, for tomorrow we'll die.
So strap on your boots, and halloo your battle cry, pray to your God, and kiss your mom goodbye.
For the Thunder Road is torn to shit, and there's nowhere left to hide, so Welcome to the Jungleland, no one gets out alive.