Bounce, bounce, bounce Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't forget Well, is it just me or is it hot to death It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette D.J. race a run on your mark, get set And watch everybody

For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'

Ash to ashes, dust to dust Skin to bone and steel to rust Skin to bone, steel to rust Will tomorrow have it's way With the promises we made Your deception, my disgust When your name is finally drawn I'll be happy that you're gone

I like me better when I'm with you I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time 'cause I like me better when To be young and in love in New York City To not know who I am but still know that I'm good long as you're here with me To be drunk and in

For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'

For the times they are a-changin' Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone If your time to you Is worth savin'

Hey hey hey Nothing's okay We're a long way from home And everything's strange David won't you let me know if there's any other way We're out on the road Oh, except for this night And nothing's okay We'll be okay

Wipe it off your sleeve Your superiority Don't roll your eyes my sweet We're just the same We all get desperate sometimes Feeling black and blue I know you'll find it hard To accept it sometimes We all feel black and we feel blue

(Welcome to L.A) Where you can see the whole city burning 'Cause the cops got Uzis and the dealers keep serving And your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times Trying to

And it's you I miss So let it out It seemed perfect, The concept, Free from any regret Another couple based on teen sex You idiot, true I was just like you You see we were just like glue And let it out, now