I don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long I don't wanna die too young Yeah, too young, yeah, too young Came up, don't know, I just keep going with the

And we gon' ride on forever We ride out together It's the only way we know to go Squad up, never roll alone Pull up right in your zone Take over the street, that's how we roll Came in at first, had bad luck Got a whole lot, remember I ain't had nothin'

Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one New to town with a made up name in the Angel city, chasing fortune and fame And the camera flashes, make it look

Oh oh, oh, at least I'm not as sad as I used to be. Have you ever wondered about our old nu-metal friends and what became of them? Turns out I saw them a couple of days ago, They were laughing and drinking and smoking and singing. C'mon, can you count

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

Ooo, ooo the Taliban, baby But you know someday soon we're both gonna saddle up and it'll be Ride camel, ride My ol' lady she'll be here with me Just smilin' ride by my side We should do just fine out around Palestine Or maybe Turkministan I'm just a

All along the banks of the Royal Canal And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle A hungry feeling Came o'er me stealing And the mice were squealing In my prison cell Oh! To start the morning The warden bawling "Get up out of bed, you! And Clean out your

On the day the wall came down They threw the locks onto the ground And with glasses as high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived The Ship of Fools had finally run aground Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight I dreamed you had left my

You are rock and roll You and I are rock and roll Came here looking for American soul It's not a place Look around, look around Blessed are the bullies For one day they will have to stand up to themselves Blessed are the liars For the truth can be awkward

Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Warsaw city at war 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the