That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops They bed, iPod Trainwrecks, sidewalks Playtex, icebox

I wish there was another way out (Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh) Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh I wish there was another way out You better run, better run, better run, yeah I’m coming after you When you’re sleeping at

I'll bear the cross on Judgment Day I just slide, slide on by, never bad enough to crucify me Oh, whoa, yeah, on Judgment Day It's my life, get off my ass, get outta my face Man, I don't see no problem Kickin' back, ain't kickin' you, no, no Anyway, if I

In the basement, whoa whoa down in the basement Oh, now tell me where can you party, child, all night long? In the basement, down in the basement, yeah. Oh where can you go when your money gets low? And if a storm is taking place, you can jam and still be

Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa whoa And I don't know which side to take Whoa-a-whoa-ooo-o And people try and calm me down (it can only get better) It's just the way it is Yeah, Yeah, it's all right Whoa-a-whoa-a-whoa whoa There's a war between my head and my heart

Like baby, baby, baby no Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby oh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Like baby, baby, baby ooh I thought you'd always be mine Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah (now I'm all gone) Ooh whoa, whoa, ooh whoa, whoa, ooh whoa

(Yeah, I'm free, yeah, I'm free, yeah) But, whoa, at least I am free, oh, oh, I am free See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me I don’t do yoga, never tried Pilates Not many people want me at their parties Tryna find my place, some place,

Oh again, and again Yeah Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

I got, yeah I got plenty whoadie I got hittas whoadie Tell 'em bring my car around Yeah Yeah I got plenty whoadie Goddamn, these snitches nosy Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards? I don't know, but I know I did perform at

I don't know what love is But I think I must have it bad Yeah, Yeah, you know I don't know what love is people Whoa, Whoa, but I think I must have it bad Yeah, Yeah, you know some people say love is just a gamble But whatever it is, it's enough to drive old B. mad They