You said that you love me Oh what happened to the love Why some parents CHORUS (Eve) And there is a rather large population Of hole sale suppliers

This is side one Flip me over I know I'm not your favorite record The songs you grow to like never stick at first So I'm writing you a chorus 'Cause I'd never say no to you And there's no way to talk to you A rivalry goes so deep between me And this loss

Ooooo we used to wait We used to wait Now our lives are changing fast Hope that something pure can last Sometimes it never came (we used to wait) We used to wait for it Sing the chorus again Wait for it Still moving through the pain

Can't you see we're out for blood Fight for the black shark See what evil brings Can't you see we're out for blood Love from a shotgun License to kill (Pre Chorus) The kids scream in fright through the night Loving every bit with delight

Nobody feel no way It's coming close to payday I say Everyman get paid a quota's work this day CHORUS (2x) Can I plant peas and reap rice Can I plant cocoa and reap yam Can I plant turnip and reap tomato Can I plant breadfruit and reap potato Can I tell

Hands held higher We'll be on fire Does it bother anyone else Down in the forest We'll sing a chorus Singing songs that nobody wrote That someone else has your name? One that everybody knows I scream, you scream, we all scream

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

Wake up the sleeping giant REPEAT CHORUS Gather 'round us, join with the band Together we're stronger, together we'll stand Say what can you do, well, we've got a plan And we're gonna take you to the promised land It's time to remember, it's time to move

She was shorter than the corn Pictures of the farm before us Old men in a gospel chorus Sephia And saddle horses easy on the reins Eighty-one a motor in your mama's seventeen again She's squinting at the dusty wind The anger of the plains You and I were

Hanging out when it's past time to go Though everyone tried to ignore us We'd scared them all off by the chorus There you stood looking proud What was left of the crowd at our show And I was twenty-two backwoods years old You were singing that night by