La la la la la la la la And blow down the door. On to the next To dance with the poor. Jump on my shoulders. You can jump on my shoulders. I'm scared of the city I say we rob from the rich We rob from the rich

Love and love is all we have left Love is all we have left A baby cries on a doorstep Nothing to stop this being the best day ever Nothing to keep us from where we should be I wanted the world but you knew better And that all we have is immortality You

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

I'm just trying to make these girls all smile(all smile). Then I'll take'em to a level they might've never been before, We goin' hit the door. And then hit the floor, you'll get hit below. I got somebody I want you to get ta know. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4,

Baby, hit me up and call me any time Don't be restless, let your problems be my problems I don't mind it Put your panties and your pride to the side Want you to fuck with me (Alright) Open the door on your side You ain't gotta keep on fightin' Just let

Yankee Doodle, keep it up Yankee Doodle dandy Mind the music and the step And with the girls be handy Yankee Doodle went to town A-riding on a pony Stuck a feather in his hat And called it macaroni Father and I went down to camp

I ain't gonna die tonight You can't kill me, not my spirit History is ours tonight The people are chanting, can't you hear it? Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh Open up the doors on 'em, we playing tonight Bring on the marching band and turn on the stadium lights

Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF Too late to send my girl downstairs to say he left Hit the basement, go through the replacement door Come up in my neighbor's yard, with a taste for war You know I laced the four, with the hollows Crack the safe, grab

Let it go, let it go Can't hold it back anymore Turn away and slam the door The cold never bothered me anyway I don't care What they're going to say Let the storm rage on Standing frozen In this life I've chosen

The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up Found my coat