My outsides look cool My insides are blue Everytime I think I'm through It's because of you I try different ways But it's all the same At the end of the day I have myself to blame I can't believe I'm trippin'

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

The bartender said ya'll keep it down The party was goin' strong By the palm trees down at the tiki bar Right there in the Holidome We'd been sittin' there since happy hour Had the day off in Omaha And all those girls came in and they wanted to swim And

I have a life that's good At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a sweet, sweet, sweet song

All that shines turns to rust All that stands in time turns to dust Yesterday, today, tomorrow, come rain, come shine Hell and back, the beginning in between till' the end of time Living, fighting, obsessing Just as long as I can share it all with you As

I gave my blood and I gave my soul I stood my ground and I took control The legend's growing as the story's told Yeah, I'm satisfied Yeah, until the day I die I pledge allegiance to the state, of rock and roll I know that heaven's gonna wait Looking back

Alone again Spend some time away Getting ready for the day you're born again Spend some time alone Understand that soon you'll run with better men No use looking out It's within that brings that lonely feeling Understand that when you leave here

Got it like aye Got it like aye boom da da I can’t help myself I could be your drummer girl Move it like this Loving how you put it down with me Move to the beat of my drum

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

I know that's alright Hey baby, that's alright people Everyday, that's alright Oh, when we love each other Oh just feel it, feel it Oh everybody feel it God know that's alright, yes Some of us were born with money to spend Some of us were born for races