You're mean to me Why must you be mean to me? Gee, honey, it seems to me You love to see me cryin' I don't know why I stay home each night When you say you phone You don't and I'm left alone. Sing the blues and sighin'

Tell me your lies Because I just can't face it I don't know why She got, she got, she got Her own reasons For talking to me And she don't, she don't, she don't Give a fuck

That we are No man is an island, this I know But can't you see? Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone Black flies on the windowsill And I don't wanna beg your pardon And I don't wanna ask you why But if I was to go my own way Would I have to

I need serenity And when will we learn to control Where do we go when we just don't know And how do we relight the flame when it's cold Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing In a place where I can hide Nothing changes, days go by As I sit here

But all my friends, they don't know what it's like, what it's like They don't understand why I can't sleep through the night Damn, I wish it, I wish it was that simple, ah All my friends they don't know what it's like, what it's like Feel like I'm always

A world without heroes And you don't know why you don't know In a world without heroes Is like a world without sun You can't look up to anyone Without heroes And a world without heroes Is like a never ending race It's like a time, without a place A

Twenty four karat magic in the air Head to toe so player Put your pinky rings up to the moon Girls, what y'all trying to do? Oh they don't know? (Go on tell 'em) So many pretty girls around me and they waking up the rocket (keep up) Why you mad, fix ya

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses, You'd better let somebody love you, You've been out ridin' fences for so long now, Oh and you're a hard one, but I know that you've got your reasons, The things that are pleasin' you can hurt you somehow.

When all hope is gone Turn on those sad songs Why don't you tune in and turn them on They reach into your room, oh oh oh Just feel their gentle touch (gentle touch) Sad songs say so much You know sad songs say so much Sad songs, they say When ever little

Round and round and round and round we go Why we can't be satisfied I don't know Some folks livin' in the country can't wait to get in their pickup trucks and go to town There's people livin' in a penthouse dying to get out in the sticks and ride around