He’s the shining in the light Without whom I cannot see Insurrection, he is spite He’s the force that made me be Nostro Dispater Nostr'Alma Mater We're standing here by the abyss

Gimme some. I can't stand it no longer. I can't wait eight days. Don't you know I love you? Loving is the thing I crave. For your love, I'd be your slave. Don't be bashful, come over here; Whisper some sweet words in my ear. Come on over here and fill my

It's deja vu Don't need no plans 'cause I got plans to kill We off that Henny mixed with Chamomile Wish we could jump from where we stand Until we land on another planet And you know just how I feel, feel, feel (Yeayea, uh) This the age we pay for our

Right here, right now Are you on the square? Are you on the level? Are you ready to swear right here, right now Before the devil That you're on the square That you're on the level That you're ready to stand right here, right now Living in the night

See a man don't have to die to go to hell Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man We all know you're new here but you need to understand It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You see we already know that hell

You were crying like a bitch. And so you tell me I Can't take my chances, But I told you one too many times, And you were crying like a bitch. And you wonder why No one can stand you, And there's no denying, Strut on by like a king

Trouble, but ain't we all? Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out Like the king of something evil in a year-long drought With a dirty white suit, a big white hat A bullet in his pocket, no matter where he's at He's trouble, but ain't we all?

This is a war you cannot win No, hell no your demands said We are standing here waiting you'll listen to reason We are standing he waiting And you're going to listen Won't follow commands I won't meet I am not yours to rule I won't be your fool cause

Two hearts trying to understand How we're gonna get there One way, everything's gonna be away When we're both trying to drive One wheel, four hands 'Cause you're not always right It's not like I don't try This is where we belong But darling, I'm on your

I'm a busy man There's a little boy out in the driveway His basketball in hand Saying Daddy could we play a little one on one You pat him on the back and say not now son His sister's out on the sidewalk Setting up a lemonade stand Hey Daddy don't you