I cannot get up by the howling cry Just justify my longing to die, Bury me down at last, I think about it in the shadows and cry! Can scissors heal a man torn of tears, A fading I fear inside. The reaper in sheet will stand by me I'm dreaming, I'm

It's a mistake, it's a mistake Jump down the shelters to get away The boys are cockin' up their guns Tell us general, is it party time? If it is can we all come Don't think that we don't know Don't think that we're not trying Don't think we move too slow

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

It's time to rise up, man up, get back up, Never bend and won't be broken Dust off and then come back for more You've gotta reach down, dig deep, and break ground, Show them all you won't be beaten Come back for more Brush it off and then come back for

For my battle symphony When they turn down the lights I hear my battle symphony All the world in front of me If my armor breaks I'll fuse it back together Battle symphony Please just don't give up on me And my eyes are wide awake

High up and we're floating Don't know where we're going Night until the morning We're rolling, rolling, rolling (And I be floating) I get so high, fuck around and never come down I get so high, I get so high (And I be higher than a motherfucker) First

A whole lot more waiting up ahead than what she left behind Life's too short to be hanging around She's getting out while the getting's good Driving on that two lane road hoping she might find She's eighteen and it's time she got out of the wood Living

I'm a beat it up He can lay you down But I'm a beat it up It's 4 in the mornin' She callin' my phone She wanna be grown We gone get it on She said that she lonely Cause hes never around

When I'm up I can't get down Can't get down, can't get level Get my feet back on the ground I am the fountain of affection I'm the instrument of joy And to keep the good times rolling I'm the boy, I'm the boy, You know the world could be our oyster, You