'Nother round, fill 'er up, This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down. Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up. Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out. We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. (Bottoms up) Hammer down, grab

Ooh, one of these days Gonna get off of this highway Wake up in Sun Bay With the sunshine on my face Saint Christopher on a silver chain Say a prayer and sail away I wish I was a pirate shipwreck down in Mexico Where the oceans turn to silver and the

Pop a top again I just got time for one more round Set 'em up my friends Then I'll be gone Then you can let some other fool sit down I'd like for you to listen to a joke I heard today From a woman who said she was through and calmly walked away I tried

Streetlights, people Don't stop believin' It goes on and on, and on, and on Strangers waiting Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searching in the night Living just to find emotion Hiding somewhere in the night Hold on to the feelin'

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

The last bird flew the coup I lose the roof I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast It ain't got to last Now I can't slow it down Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down Because I'm

There's something dying on the street You're gonna get back on your feet Up against the wall When they knock you down (No you can't stop now) Remember what I said Boy you was battle born Cause you can't stop now (Cause you can't stop now) You lost faith

Fuck the place up Are you on ten yet? Somebody pop all day (hol' up) Somebody on they way (hol' up) Stay down, with no faking Go up, top-down I've been racing (go up) She wild and dangerous (go up) My crowd in rotation

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

I can try to stop it, all I like Hands down I've lost this fight But I just can't hide the truth Thought I was strong, enough for you I guess I'm going down You say it's not supposed to be Tell me not to waste my time This was never up to me But if it