Gig and die say goodbye

Gig and Die in L.A.

Lend an eye for what good it could do

I blame you for not doubting it's true

We thought it was shit closing our show

And cops beating us as we go

But little did we know

And how could we tell

And how could we see

What was in store

Hey what's going on

Should be long gone

Surely going wrong

Not feeling hardcore

left our gear with a friend

Driving down a dead end

Pulled into the alley to turn about

A man with a gun jumped out

Stuck it to Matt's head

And no time to think

Drop into reverse

Floor it in a blink

Pedal down flying stones

Mario Dave Parnelli Jones

Shaking down to our bones

Wishing we were safe in our homes

Gig and die, gig and die, gig and die in L.A

But we hadn't gotten very far

When bullets hit the car

Everyone's alright not sentimental

All in on piece and the car's just a rental

We could have been shot

None of is are feeling hot

Down to the bar with our pals

A double for Matt the tab is Al's

Sighed a communal sigh

Stop think and realize Matt's big bulging eyes

Lives of a cat

Escape murder files

Still shake in denials

Still here to smile

Still here with matt

To the bar bunch of pals

Toasting all our pals

Matt's a double the tap is Al's

Don't shoot!!