Is this a tool, can I step through, to find Another plane, Or just a shadow of a man Of weak, when you don't love yourself A superficial tool, to support the vanity, Are you my brother, you look like me, Trapped inside another world my lost twin Mirror

Where's LA? Whatever happened to the city we knew? Tell my mother, my brothers My father, and others In an old apartment Down in the garden I was born on a sunny day When the riots ruled the streets like a Sunday parade

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Just walk away I'm looking for attention Not another question Should you stay or should you go? Well, if you don't have the answer Why you still standin' here? Hey, hey, hey, hey You've got your mother and your brother

This is the end This is the end of chasing dreams gone by Ever-long is this goodbye and this This is the end of our respect denied Stand with us or stand aside This ends now Look me in these blackened eyes Brothers my brothers And I don't care about last

daddy sang bass (mama sang tenor) me and little brother would join right in there in the sky, lord, in the sky one of these days and it won't be long i'll rejoin them in a song i'm gonna join the family circle at the throne by and by, lord, by and by i

Another one, we on another one (Another one) Right from Decatur, it's the greater one (Decatur) I swear that my brother like my mother's son (My mother's son) Ashes to ashes, that's the dust, nigga (That's the dust, nigga) At the end of the day, all we

Go marching in (marching in) Yes, I want to be in that number When the Saints go marching in Sisters and brothers This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go Marching In" Here

This is an S.O.S. Don't wanna second guess Now my heart's in two And I can't find the other half It's like I'm walking on broken glass Better believe I bled It's a call I'll never get This is the bottom line It's true, I gave my all for you