You change all the lead And if the snow buries my, my neighborhood. And if my parents are crying Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours, Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours. You climb out the chimney, And meet me in the middle, the middle of

To all the boys and girls outside You know I didn't cry But you saw me anyway In the back of the creek one day And if you're trying to get a ride On a roller skate or a bike Just ask me and I'll take you round The block and back this way again Why don't

You son of man I am here as a witness You son of man can't you see what burns inside me This fire will consume as the flames purify With the peace that passes understanding This is my outcry From dust to dust we will return The flesh is temporary The

Keep going keep going on This is my battle cry I have been shut by my critics Talked about by my scenics Feel like my life is on this ? Like those you see on exhibits Puts my life on the line And ? on these lines ? hear my bottle cry

A la la la la long, a la la la la long long li long long long Girl I want to make you sweat Sweat till you can't sweat no more And if you cry out Push it, push it some more Looking in your big brown eyes And I've got this to say to you I'm gonna push it

What would you do if your son was at home Crying all alone On the bedroom floor 'Cause he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to Sleep with a man for a little bit of money? And his daddy's gone in and out of lock down I ain't got a job now He's just

In this sweet Paradise And this is what we swear Out a many one people Tell me can you see that any where Everyone treated equal And this is why So many die Leaving so many to cry Its 'cause life is so unfair

Oh, my daddy said shoot And men like me come around He said take care of your mother Watch out for your sister With his gun, with his head held high He told me not to cry With his right hand on his rifle He swore it on the bible My daddy said shoot

Getting hard to remember, getting hard to recall Getting laid off and pushed out and it ain't my baby's fault So if you go, don't cry, I'll be right there at your side Sherrill, Sherrill Getting laid on the lifeline, getting tired, time for bed And

Cry on the couch and all the poets come to life Fix me in forty-five So long live the car crash hearts Long live the car crash hearts (Long live the car crash hearts) Yeah, what you critics said would never happen We dedicate this album to anybody people