Lust For Life - John Waite

From your mothers' breast to the Vatican steps

It ain’t such a long way down, no

Absolution comes with the confession

But the priest still hangs around

And I don’t want to lose myself

In some uniform

No I’m not gonna be reformed

Me oh my oh

Fire and ice

Jet black colours

I’ve got a lust for life

Over the mountains and across the sea

I’m still roaming free

From the centre stage

To an early grave

I’m both hell and heaven bound

And I’m looking at the sky

To see who’s looking down

Are my words only empty sounds

Me oh my oh

Fire and ice

Jet black colours

I’ve got a lust for life

Just like diamond strife

The lust

And I don’t want to lose myself

In some uniform

No, I’m not gonna be reformed

No

Me oh my oh

Fire and ice

Jet black colours

I’ve got a lust for life

Like fire and ice

Like diamond strife

I’m gonna roll the dice

I’ve got a lust for life

Like fire and ice

I’ve got a lust for life

Like fire and ice

I’m gonna roll the dice

I’ve got a lust for life

A lust for life