He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

Hey I hope you're feeling You smashing young man Beggar's description Of what I've been missing Exploit your position Don't think I didn't listen A little better now Success is so tragic Pain is your gadget

These haters feelin' slighted 'Cause they know it's different prices, huh, huh It's the night This the night, (This the night, this the night) This the night My jewelry shinin’ bright This the night, huh We ain't come to play Yeah, my bitch she came to

Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

You can feel it all over You can feel it all over people They can feel it all over They can feel it all over people Music is a world within itself With a language we all understand With an equal opportunity For all to sing, dance and clap their hands But

Wandering away Will I shed one more tear for my broken family And have a glass of whiskey with another friend That has nowhere to be Get my feet on the road they feel much better there Gonna stop trying some day some year I meant it when I told her I

Crucify you Now the party's over And the money's all gone You remember feeling like Your girl has left your side And now you're gonna get crucified They're gonna crucify you In those old cotton fields back home

Close enough to feel this moment Closer, closer Take another hit Just fake it 'til you feel it Open up and let me in I just wanna feel you Hey, all I really know is that I felt okay When I met you in April You were looking at me

And it sure feels right It feels like a struck match kissing gasoline It feels a little better than it ever has It sure feels good, baby let’s be bad I feel your heart, I feel you there When they get a little tipsy Corona cold in your hand, your brushed

I won't ever be your cornerstone. Watch her run, can you feel it? I don't want to be here holding on. A single book of matches gonna burn what's standing in the way. Roaring down the mountain, they're calling on the fire brigade. Carry out the pictures