No Tomorrow کے بول

Life is too short That's what I've been told Out in the cold heading to the end of the time Years passed me by am I getting too old? Though I won't cry a tear over wasted youth When my heart stops beating Bring no roses on my grave When my body stops bleeding Bring no roses on my grave I live my life like there's no tomorrow I live my life like there's no turning back Run trough the night, hear the call of the wild No tomorrow, I can't waste another day Am I too old for the years on the road? Too many times banged my head against the wall Dump me to the gutter and show must go on But I am not complaining, for better, for worst