You wake up in the morning and you're smokin' like a house on fire.   'Cause you've been out all night, and you're burnt down to the wire.   I really love you baby, but you put me through the fire.   Whoa.      Your lifestyle...is killin me. [x2]   And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me.   Whoa.      Youre talkin' too much while you're driving in way too fast.   And you never make sense 'cause you're too busy havin' a blast.   I know we got no future 'cause you just can't remember the past.   Whoa.      Your lifestyle...is killin me. [x2]   And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me.   Whoa.      Pack my bags got one foot out the door.   'Cause I can't take one more night on the killin' floor.   I must be losin' my mind 'cause I think I'm comin' back for more.   Whoa.      Your lifestyle...is killin me. [x2]   And if I don't do somethin' 'bout it there'll be nothing left for me.   Whoa.      Stop...killin' me. [x4]