When the storm hits your front door, with a roar you can't ignore, When the days turn into night, you don't got no chance to fight, I hope some day, when I'm dead and gone, We learn to right, everything that's wrong, With loving hands, turn sick to

Taking my time, let the world turn I'm gonna do do it my way, it'll be alright If we burn it down and it takes all night Born in a hurry, always late Haven't been early since '88 Texas is hot, I can be cold Grandma cried when I pierced my nose Good in a

On the sunny side of the street Walked with no one and talked with no one And I had nothing but shadows Then one morning you passed And I brightened at last Now I greet the day and complete the day With the sun in my heart All my worry blew away When you

N-now th-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya I need you

A nigga should've loved you better Should've treated you right But every night I was livin' life in the fast lane I should've put my focus on you In the club every night I just get it wrong when you do do right And I keep just fillin' your head with the

Bulldozer feeds upon the weaker as they fall Bulldozer crushes all This is the bulldozer Into the battles, making cages rattle There's a pain that's inside us and we're letting it out Charge right in, we dare to fail No one is giving in, always we live

One more night and I can do do it I can make you right One more time, one more slide One more cash, baby one more lie we gonna do do this straight up we ain't gonna fight Just one more, just one more night One more time, one more night One more baby just get

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Ya, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying

Gravity and distance I don't have an explanation For another lonely night I just feel this sense of mission And the sense of what is right Take it easy on my now I'd be there if I could I'm so full of what is right I can't see what is good

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight is Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips Trick or