And these wars, they can't be won And on and on United States! You and me are the same We don't know or care who's to blame But we know that whoever holds the reins Nothing will change

What was that sound ringing around your brain? You're the outcast, you're the underclass But you don't care, because you're living fast You're the uninvited guest who stays 'till the end I know you've got a problem that the devil sends You think they're

What's understood ain't gotta be explained Baby you understand me now If sometimes you see that I'm mad Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel When everything goes wrong, you see some bad But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Oh lord

Ooh, got to choose who's your baby Who's your baby, who's your baby Baby, you know I heard the neighbors say Baby, you might be leavin' me today Oh yeah, mmm, someone's come along and shared your time Don't care, no I don't, no But you can't be his and

Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood I'm just a soul whose intentions are good Baby, do you understand me now Sometimes you see that I'm mad But don't you know that no one Can always be an angel When everything goes wrong you see some bad But

Who is he, and what is he to you A man we passed just tried to stare me down And when I looked at you You looked at the ground I don't know who he is But I think that you do Something in my heart and in your eye Tells me he's not someone just passing by

It's just a thought But I've noticed somethin' strange, Gettin' harder to explain; All the years are passin' bye and bye, Still I don't know what makes it go; Who said to wait and you'll see? But I wondered if you knew That the song up there is you. They

I know that you know You might not think that I care But you don't know what I know Give me a minute there Just a minute now It'll come back to me Freewheelin' troubadour You took my mind off the scene Damn all those people who don't lose control

You wanna be a star But you don't know who you are But you can't stand the light I'm gonna make my style Break, I wanna break the moon Get it, get it up, get it on the ride I'm the captain of my own life Hide in front of my eyes, I'm gonna make you mad

The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores I don't know you to wear a hat But I came home late and there it sat You rose to show what hats are for Christmas mornings