Witout a thot...

[buckybass]

I live my life like theres no tommorow
drunken nights to drain away my sorrow
no code, no conduct n no morals
let me foget my hidden tears
n wake up to a new tommorow
i foget that i am human
n become a wild beast
rampagin thru tha nite
no worries as i feast
from dusk till dawn
I lose sight of wats rite n wrong
tha day has been short but tha nite is long
i feel alive but my soul is long gone
I sold my soul to tha Devil
n tha price was cheap
I feel invincable
but my heart is weak
i can hear it wheepin as it beats
this life has deminished me
i aint how i use to be
damn...i aint even how i wanna be
theres tha good tha bad n tha ugly
i try to stand up proud wit all my regrets
but im fallin n im fallin n im fallin into a dark hole
n i aint even hit tha bottem yet

[billy]

is it suppose to be a yorkshire dialect?

it's okay to bugger about with words but not to use the wrong ones. rite is not the same as rite.