I'll wait for you until the streets become sand And all the cellings in new york have come down I'll wait for you until the stars dominate the skies again

Sometimes I can't believe it I'm movin' past the feeling I'm movin' past the feeling again Meant nothin' at all We're still screamin' In the suburbs I I learned to drive And you told me we'd never survive Grab your mother's keys we're leavin'

On the road again And I cant wait to get on the road again The life I love is making music with my friends Just can't wait to get on the road again Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world keep

As their castles crumble slowly We watch them fall Their crown slips from heads unworthy I'm after you As we gain control We are the children you reject and disregard These aching cries come from the bottom of our hearts You can't disown us now, we are

I was lonely But after all you told me I'd be okay 'Cause friends are worth a whole lot more than money Can hold on and believe I hope that everyone who's felt like me You got me back on my feet again You said that lovers come and they go You said that

We can work it out, We can work it out. Try to see it my way, Life is very short, and there's no time For fussing and fighting, my friend. I have always thought that it's a crime, So I will ask you once again. Only time will tell if I am right or I am

I should've said something Whoa oh oh oh So we board up the windows we used to look through Yeah, I should've said something to you I should've said something to you When I saw you walk away Instead, I did nothing You're gone and it's too late

On the blessed hellride Oh, you can never get too low when you're so damn high Oh, been out rolling, on the blessed hellride You can never get too low when you're so damn high, Break me down and roll me once again Got no time to think of now and then

I know there's a way Before the awful sound Started coming down It's an awful sound We can make 'em pay Think it over and say (I'm never going back again) We can leave today When you hit the ground You and I were born

Necrosadistic Warning You will not rest in peace Hordes of the rotting dead surround the villagers Unwary victims mangled and battered Once buried warriors have risen to kill again Signs of their wickedness left for a warning