These are crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy nights People try to take my soul away, but I don't hear the rap that they all say They try to tell us we don't belong, that's alright, we're millions strong This is my music, it makes me proud, these are my people

Threaten no more To secure peace is to prepare for war Settle the score Don't tread on me Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail Don't tread on me Touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore I said, don't tread on me

She's got everything she needs She's an artist, she don't look back Proud to steal her anything she sees She never stumbles She's got no place to fall Bow down to her on Sunday Salute her when her birthday comes She can take the dark out of the night

You're just sorry for yourself And though you may seem fine alone Don't tell me you're sorry If you could make them proud You could leave the world and feel like you've Tell them that it's only temporary I'm trying my best to smile But that's never

Don't leave no smell on me I'll be that person 'till my dying day I try so awful hard but I can't change My cold, cold sailor heart says, "Get on your way." I ain't too proud to say it but that's how I'm made From runways to the road I ramble alone This