You're always summer breaking Summer is gone (See how they play) (You're gonna need someone to break your fall) Driving through Ghost-town Metal horses a thousand feet high Pulling your top down In the back of some pretty boy's ride

Lord it's like a hard candy Christmas I'm barely getting through tomorrow But still I won't let Sorrow bring me way down I'll be fine and dandy Me, I'll be just Fine and dandy Hey, maybe I'll dye my hair Maybe I'll move somewhere

When you break up in a small town She would get down with somebody I know I guess that's just how it goes I see our friends and they put on a show Like they don't want me to know So they give me the go-around I swear it's like I can't even leave my house

For me there ain't no escape from the blues Well I can see I was born to lose Well someone made a mistake When they said life was a bowl of fruit You know I had to go downtown And pawn my last suit You know I was born to lose You know I haven't seen or

But never truly lied at all, then and now True to truth somehow Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang It's time to fuck up the whole game! Gang, gang, gang They talkin' down on my name, don't let 'em run off

Young and wild like they said we should've never been And still a child filling those nights with grown up sin I burned up some cars, burned down some hearts Just to call myself a man I might not do it the same but I'd do it all again Just stay young and

Sometimes goodbye is a second chance Tell my mother, tell my father I have done the best I can To make them realize This is my life I hope they understand I'm not angry, I'm just saying She waved, said, "Why are you always running in place"

And the cradle will rock Yes the cradle, cradle will rock And when some local kid gets down They try an' drum him outta town Oh yeah, get up

I know you'll never let me down Hey hey hey hey When darkness gather 'round me And friends forsaken me Baby, I'm so glad you're here Baby, I've got something to say, my dear I'm just so glad you're mine

When you're lost in the rain in Juarez when it's Easter time, too And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through Don't put on any airs when you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue They got some hungry women there and they really make a mess outta