All my people right there at the back of the spot I need the top If you know me y'all now need to stop All my people there back of the spot, now don't be shy I need the top top top top top All that I want in this life is the chance to do my thing I want

So kill me like you used to, love me like you never did Fuck me like I'm never coming back home On the way down to your house And maybe I could die treading water Drowning under moonlight sonata Fuck me like we never gon' see each other again Fuck me

What a women, what a woman, what a woman me care She haffa cry back, she haffa cry back fa me She haffa cry back, she haffa cry back fa me And swounder down de jail Make him influence her fa take a trip down to Spain Tell me how in the world could this

All hail rock and roll Gotta take it back, we gotta take control Write this on my tombstone We fucking live for the music Rise up or just get fucked, uh, you know it This is our time, reignite All of the flames that have died for quite some time We can't

Cause I don't wanna be like this I've been runnin' these streets For too long now I've got nothing that's true But this song now But the further I go I wanna go home And I wanna go back to the start Back where we started from

What that makes me If that makes me a little old school Go ahead and call me yesterday's old fool If that makes me a little throwback Throw it at me, don't worry, I can take that Call me hick, hillbilly Hell I'm proud to be I like an old guitar Playin' a

When we were on fire, fire Out cold on the floor, like a fallen star that shines no more Take, take me back to where it was before Now I know, I know we're losing light, our love is dying We were on fire, fire Drifting apart, getting harder to hold you

He don't like that He wants his life back He wants to go back home Poor guy that man John Thomas His woman truly was a devil And she wasn't all that honest She tore him down on every level You're a no good lazy motherfucker Gotta a shit job you worthless

I'm already ready to go I'm already thinking 'bout leavin' Gotta get you back in my shirt Get you out that dress Everybody at the party is checking your body I don't even mind it 'cause you're coming with me, girl And I know it's only seven thirty-two

But I'm not close to perfect I'm not close to sane I'm not the one to worship And I'm not the one to blame But you made up your mind And put me on your stage Just take it all back I'm not the king of anything Can't take another second of this hell