My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my I told you to to be patient I told you to to be fine I told you to to be balanced I told you to to be kind Come Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I

I need your love I need it even when it hurts me me I won't give up I won't give up so come come and get me me Tried to to fake it I can't take it Boy you trap my heart I can't shake it 'bout to to break in to to a hundred million parts I need your love (I don't want it) I

Well come come on back and try to to get some today Well somebody's gonna do it again Gonna make me me turn against all of my friends So you better have something damn worthy to to say Who told ya, who told ya They're growing dope everywhere around the block Somebody

Come Come in, come come in, baby what I don't know, I want Come Come in, come come in, baby what I don't know, don't know, I want Sound's a calm, when we become the animals that we're made in the jungle Now take me me to to your jungle, I'm not afraid And if you're looking for

They want your number so they can call you Just to to come come over to to cook for all you Thought she was thirsty and it was all true Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through Blah, blah, blah, bitch Using bid'ness just to to sit up on my dick How I

Wanna get it jacked up yeah Let's crank it on up yeah With a little bit of luck I can find me me a girl with a truck yeah We can love it on up yeah 'Til the sun comes up yeah And if you think this life I love is a little too country If you like it up loud

Far away like a radio All broke down, comin' in low Red lights flash, static and snow I was ridin' shotgun with the driver The lovers and the rounders Come Come along with me me to to L.A. Me and my bride On a Greyhound back

Let me me tell you about hard work Dear Mr. President, How do you walk with your head held high? How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to to say goodbye? Can you even look me me in the eye? Come Come take a walk with

When I was fifteen, sixteen When I started really to to play the guitar I definitely wanted to to become a musician It was almost impossible because, it was The dream was so big That I didn't see any chance Because I was living in a little town, was studying

Hey Mister D.J. Put a record on I want to to dance with my baby Music makes the people come come together Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel And when the music starts I never want to to stop It's gonna drive me me crazy