I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

Small town, bright lights, saturday night, Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights. Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade Sat the fat girl daughter of virginia and ray Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat Behind her small eyes sunk deep

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

1001 nights unseen The philosopher and the queen A ballad of dark queen echoes through night As he flees the curse of gods, the pharaoh`s wrath Ancient mariner in a sea of sand The burning beauty his tomb to die for Horizon`s swarming with death Heaven

We got large and we got small We got a swimming pool and a cannon ball We turn red and we turn green It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever seen Sitting here I count the moons The orders we obeyed Every night ’fore we go to bed I watch while the others pray

Somebody's baby boy ain't coming home tonight We don't need no baseball bats We don't need no silver ghats But we're gonna fight tonight Put up your dukes and fight Big brother's just standing on the side Watching you flex your pride But you know if they

Ready, ready, teddy, Gonna rock it up, Gonna rip it up, Gonna shake it up, Gonna ball it up, And ball the night. I'm ready, ready, teddy to rock and roll. Well it's Saturday night, and I just got paid

There ain't no last call, I'm havin' a ball with Hank, Haggard and Jones No, I ain't alone, I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin' And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some jack

Palms to the sky We rise tonight I feel it, and I feel it, and I feel fe-feel it This goes radioactive Drop the ball, let me feel the beat (Hey, take a look at you) You, you, you, you and I

We're half awake in a fake empire Stay out super late tonight Picking apples, making pies Put a little something in our lemonade And take it with us Tiptoe through our shiny city With our diamond slippers on Do our gay ballet on ice Bluebirds on our