Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy She'll beat

Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you fucked up hard Now I got to make a change, I don't want to see your face You broke my heart Now I've

Just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody Mama ain't raise no fool Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool Papa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the streets Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me But I just wanna

You don't want to see these murder guys Princess cuts hurt ya eyes Got the chicks that work them thighs Pull the top back on the prowler Like the car ain't circumcised Burglarize hoes Leave ya eyes closed

What are we gonna do If we lose that fire If we start to doubt, if that fire goes out I don't wanna lose you To some bullshit hurt that could've been helped I'm trying to tell you something That good good heart is your greatest wealth So what are we

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one But I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can hurt you somehow Don't you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boy She'll

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

You know kids, I wish every mom and dad would make a speech to their teenagers and say kids, be free, be whatever you are, do whatever you want to do, just so long as you don't hurt anybody. And remember kids, I am your friend. I would just like to say

You use your words as a weapon dear But your blades don't hurt when you have no fear You think that you're deep under my skin You're trying to keep me suffering If you use your words as a weapon Then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears I feel your knife as

But don't think I don't think about it Don't think I don't have regrets Don't think it don't get to me Between the work and the hurt and the whiskey Don't think I don't wonder 'bout Could've been, should've been all worked out I know what I felt, and I