Hell before Heaven 'fore we all get burned Oh yeah, spread your wings now child, never return Bring your pain and bring all your hate Lord, I'll kill it all again Destroy this world and all it is This rain that falls just kill it dead This poison that

Hold my breath False tales lies of a washed up prom queen Why'd you tell me everything was fine? Everything was okay? Get on your knees Oh, why you tore me up? No, why everything's dead inside Oh, you could've told me, at least I would've known No, you

Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of

What about me? What about me and you together? Something that could really last forever I’m not afraid, I can be myself and I Hope you can be yourself as well ‘Cause I can make you feel alright And there was so much happiness that

Na na na na When you're ready come and get it When you're ready When you're ready, ready I'm not too shy to show I love you, I got no regrets. So baby whenever you're ready You ain't gotta worry, it's an open invitation I'll be sittin' right here, real

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

Take it back with no regrets I was better off when I was on your side And I was holding on (I gotta tell you) Maybe the water's high Taking back an empty threat More than you could ever know To try and not forget Hoping that you'd never know

As long as you're in it Wherever we go, whatever we do As good as it gets, gets better with you As long as you're in it, girl So baby let's ride There ain't nothing missing in this life I'm living It's just an old '88 four door, banged out floorboard A

Get high, hit the floor before you go. Matador, estocada, you’re my blood sport. Forty-eight thousand seats bleats and roars for my memories of you, Something good, oh something good tonight will make me forget about you for now. But something good

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car