Don't try to tell me it ain't what it is There's a cold feelin' Runnin' up and down my spine It seems to say we're just wastin' time It's like a bad movie One I wish I'd never seen The plot gets old Do you know what I mean?

Sometimes I think Good as we are at gettin' it on How come we just can't get along? The way we love, it don't seem right The way we fuss, the way we fight I got a crazy idea, how 'bout maybe tonight We make up without a fight There's a tangled mess of

Get it out! Spit it out! Evil in ya mix Rid it out! Don't ever wanna see, what that pit about We just stomp, we just thump, we just grit it out I come from it, but it seems impossible to run from it! All the evil I did to people then none could stomach?

Don't get much better than this It doesn't get much better than this Spent too much time getting ready for this These days it seems like I just can't miss And I must confess It don't get much better than this (Baby, ah) Don't get much better than this

Full of things to look back on Don't forget the little moments They're the ones that mean the most When the way home seems so far away Take 'em out and hold them close And take a picture with your father 'Cause one day he'll be gone And don't forget to

What got us here won't get us there We are found in far away places when all seems lost These windy streets tell of a different time It's time for the upright to have insight Don't forget what's important in life This place is like a cage that will

All of this doubt We get to work it out When you don't know where you belong I'm the one who turns you on And nothin' seems to matter Day and night black and white You take it all for granted I'm the one who's holding on It's alright to be wrong

What you see is what you get (don't you know) Fishing for the answer with a line and sinker Look at me and don't forget (don't you know) Hard to get a grip with all these broken fingers Everybody needs some sympathy Santa seemed to miss my chimney So set

One on one I want to play that game tonight One on one I know I want to play that One on one so slow I`m tired of playing on the team It seems I don`t get time out anymore What a change if we set the pace face to face No one even trying to score Oh oh I

Come on baby Are you ready for the tweekend Forget about rehab The drugs are so advanced Its a mother fucking method It dont stop Why get involved with a rockstar with a troubled history Tommy seemed to know the difference