Round are way the birds are singing Round are way the sun shines bright The paper boy is working before he goes Lying to the teacher he knows he knows He didn't and he should've Brought his lines in yesterday Ernie bangs the sound and the day begins The

I'm inspired to find the lie I never noticed, until I focused You lit the fuse inside my head Thank you for reminding me Take a good look at agony Forced, dead, pass down Time release Blackless x on the back Of a soulful man

Benedictine baby Chartreuse snake old lady Appalachia moonshine crazy Bible belt and a sinner's fire Love on a higher wire I don't why it does but it sure do, don't it, honey? Bein' in love with you is as easy as spendin' money Keep me higher than the

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 Swimming through the ashes of another life No real reason to accept the way things have changed Staring down the barrel of a 45 What ever happened to the young man's heart? Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell

Wey hey hey, hmm baby hang on Our love shines like rain In those Spanish eyes Spanish eyes 'Cause I love the way you talk to me Wey hey hey, hmm baby hang on, hmm Empty heart, beat tight as drum set Empty love, she'd shine like a song, hmm

Club Tropicana, drinks are free Fun and sunshine, there's enough for everyone All that's missing is the sea But don't worry, you can suntan! Pack your bags And leave tonight Don't take your time Gotta move your feet, don't you miss the flight!

Pack yourself a toothbrush dear Pack yourself a favorite blouse Take a withdrawal slip Take all of your savings out 'Cause if we don't leave this town We might never make it out Baby come on If the sun don't shine on me today I was not born to drown

Chasin' them better days And I've been livin' in fast lanes Dodgin' them cold rains Keepin' my faith And I've been waitin' on sunshine Rollin' with the hard times That come my way A little money in the bank

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 Swimming through the ashes of another life No real reason to accept the way things have changed Staring down the barrel of a 45 What ever happened to the young man's heart? Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell

Ain't this what they've been waiting for? I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists See