I'm ready to go! I'm living like a landmine Waiting to explode! I'm ticking like a time-bomb Ready to go! I'm a danger to myself And everybody else And I can't hold much longer It keeps getting stronger

We hold each other When the days get short Something happens when I hold her She keeps my heart from getting older and the nights get a little bit colder I miss the words we used to say I miss the sounds of yesterday I miss the games we used to play like

Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love You'll understand what I mean when I say There's no way we're gonna give up And like a little girl cries in the face of a

Bitches getting loose Real shit, I ain't never been a liar Money buy the power, I could buy all the real shit I ain't never been a liar Walk up to yo bitch, told 'er I'd buy 'er Nigga talk shit, I pull out the fire Loose off the goose, goose Turn up,

I'm a little boy, you're a little girl Once upon a time Time's getting on, time's over now No time before it's too soon No time after it's too late Time's getting old, time's over now Don't try to be on time Don't try to run after time

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

Strike a match and set me on fire Watch it burn and flames getting higher You light me up, sweet old desire So won’t you come close to my fire? Close to my fire Ain’t no need to tell me why Baby, it’s cold when you’re gone Don’t make me wait, wait too

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over I told you I wouldn’t call, I told you I wouldn’t care But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder I turned the TV off, to turn it on again

Over and over again Tell me slowly Down in your heart, you know better Same old story Nobody's buying There ain't any truth to it The fact is you're lying But I'm getting used to it Promising we'll stay together

La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la, oh Oh mama, actin' like my life's already over Oh dear, act your age and try another year As I'm getting older, chip up on my shoulder Rolling through life, to roll over and die Missing hippy Jon, salad days are