Not Dead Yet
By The Styx
From the album "Edge Of The Century"
Written by Ralph Covert

Well I was born too late to be a Rolliní Stone
I don't know Jerry Lee I never met John and Yoko
Standin' with a strat, I'm rock 'n' roll's bastard son
Go out get drunk get wild have fun
I don't got a million dollars, I don't drive a Cadillac
Give me half a chance 'cause I'm not dead yet!

I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun I'm not dead yet

I've been machine-gunned handgunned hijacked left for dead
Dive-bombed napalmed nuclear warheaded
Dropped from a jet plane with no parachute
Shot by a firing squad & raped by a business suit
I'm danciní on a landmine, baby one leg left
And I can still crawl and I'm not dead yet

Well you're bigger tougher meaner rougher
Dirtier and uglier and sneakier and trickier
You wanna shoot me with a gun, cut me with a knife
Take your bare hands baby rip out my eyes
You knocked me to the floor then you bit me in the neck, well
Hit me again cause I'm not dead yet

I'm not dead yet,
No no, I'm not dead yet
Well I'm a wild card hidin' in the middle of the deck
You better get a bigger gun
You better get a bigger gun!

[Wild (but short) guitar solo. Yeah, baby!]

Well there's a mugger in the alley there's a sniper in the hall
There's a girl at the bar wants to get me by my balls
And the hangman is hangin', if I autograph the noose
Lee Harvey Oswald's brother's on the loose
Mafia hit man with a bullet for my neck
Some day he's gonna get me but I'm (not dead yet)

I'm not dead yet
I'm not dead yet
I'm a wild card hidin' in the middle of the deck
You better get a bigger gun, you better get your poison pen
Not dead yet, not me!
Iím not dead yet!
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun
Not dead yet,
Not dead yet.
Punch this face!
Not dead yet,
Not dead yet,
I'm a mad dog fighting with the wall against my back
You better get a bigger gun, Iím
Not dead yetÖ.
Whew!