Wished i had told her Ooh she was my only one I need her loving Does she really know I need your loving But it's too late, it's too late It's too late, she's gone now I know she's gone now

Shut it down Lotta work left to do, the sun’s still out Any hay to make can wait for now Take it on in the house She likes to watch him out the window Goin’ ‘round in circles under the sun Somethin’ ‘bout a man on a tractor With his hat on backwards

I want them to hate me I want them to hate I don't feel so far away from you lately Love me on the sly Wipe it up you're capable Of putting back A few when you have to Memorize the history Of your body like a virgin

Even the stars fall for you Every star up in the sky Has got your name on it tonight And they don't stand a chance like I know I don't And girl you can't tell me that you can't see The kind of spell you put on me You gotta know just what you do I

I'll be coming home next year Say goodbye When I come down I'm in the sky tonight There I can keep by your side Come on, get on, get on Living with our heads underground Everything's all right up here Watching the wide world riot

You don't like it, you don't like it So where's your superego? This ain't the me show, keep it on the low Where's your superego? You let your head grow, I tried to let you know When I tell you how it is, you don't like it I tell you how it is, you don't

Well I've found a better method of pretending you were just some lover Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now Or, darling, have you started feeling old yet Don't worry, I'm sure that you're still breaking hearts With the efficiency

If you were born in the 80's, the 80's It was acceptable in the 80's It was acceptable at the time I've got hugs for you I've got love for you I'll do things for you If you were born in the 80's

Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch

Need a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have