Meet me tonight in Atlantic City But maybe everything that dies someday comes back And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready For

Mmmm, mmmmm. Got up this mornin, feelin sick and bad, I's thinkin bout the good time, that I once have had. I said, I got up this mornin, and I said I's feelin so sick and bad, Yeah, I's just thinkin bout the good times, chil'ren, that I, I once have

Her momma wants to know Down, down, down that road When I was a boy Four houses down from me Was a family with an only child She was the only girl In this whole world that can make me smile I made up reasons to go

Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts And walk through this house in your shoes You know it's strange It's a strange way of saying That I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you Let me see your moves Things

I will tear this whole fucking house down I'm bettin' you won't do shit Oh, really? Try me. Try me! Come on, try me! Fuck out my face! Try me, bitch! Then come on and try me! Get out my fuckin' face, move! What you gonna do?

No angel of mercy Is gonna hear my call (oh no) To dry the tears that shall not fall I woke alone today For all the birds have flown Inside this empty house Which no longer feels like home Admidst life's killing fields of war This door of memories

Now this this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin it right I mean he found him a ho that he like But you can't make a ho a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend

All we have is love All we have is love (na-ah) When shadows and demons are chasin' There's no way that our hearts will be breakin' 'Cause all we have is love (na-ah) They could tear this house down brick by brick But we won't even miss a thing They said

Makes you wanna build A 10 percent down White picket fence house on this dirt Its that elm shade Red roads clay you grew up on You circled up on Drift a cloud back Behind county roads The mud on her jeans that she peeled off

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're