Feel like throwin' in the towel, don't be a fool Below the belt That's how it'll always be Hold your head up high, look 'em in the eye Never say die Ow get up, get up and make it work They're out to knock you out n' put you down for the count Hey, watch

I'm bleeding out for you (for you) Say if the last thing that I do I'll bleed out for you So I bear my skin And I count my sins And I close my eyes And I take it in 'Cause I'm bleeding out Is to bring you down

Turn the lights on, turn the lights on, baby Turn the lights on, lift your hands up Lift your hands up Or get down Get up or get down Sucker punched, down for the count They stole your thunder then your crown Paralyzed, just hangin' around, you better

Waitin' for a minute 'til the sun's seen through my eyes Tryna keep my mind at bay Sunflower still grows at night Make it down down, d-d-down Diggy dig down, du du du du I want to know Where I can go When you're not around

Now the oil's gone And the money's gone All the jobs are gone Still we're hangin' on Down in dry county To wash the sins from off our hands Praying for some holy water The promise has run dry Where nobody cries

Hold me closer tiny dancer Count the headlights on the highway Lay me down in sheets of linen You had a busy day today Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man Ballerina, you must have seen

I've dethroned the king of contradiction Or were you just a jester all along, a simple pawn? Don't you know you can't count your tears like your money Running down the drain You don't need to pray for me 'cause I'm not the one to blame I can't wait to

I don't know why you don't take me downtown anymore Talk it up and give me the go round round like a good time tease I'm only counting on your cancellation When I should be counting on you at my door Did you forget about how we went around Well, all the

We're leaving together, But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back, To earth, who can tell? I guess there is no one to blame We're leaving ground Will things ever be the same again? It's the final countdown, We're heading for Venus and still we

Shoot 'em down (bow) with a .50 round (you dig? A .50 round, hoo, ayy) Run the town (what?) ballin' hard, you outta bounds (you dig? Swish, ayy) So much money, damn it, I forgot to count (cash, cash, cash, you dig? Hoo) Ayy, look at my bank account (you