Lookin' through the eyes of a stranger Lookin' through the eyes of danger Lookin' at the all-night dancer Never takin' all the chances On a cold and windy morning Said goodbye to my old friends They were hangin' around the corner They were stayin' till

Is it real, cause you're on live I'm a good son You're a good son When we were coming down they said it was too soon I never had to lie no no no no We were coming down, they left us all alone Way to nowhere, nowhere. I know you've been around I feel you

We gold, we gold, we shine Eh, ah, eh, ah Wo-oh, shine your light Wo-oh, set the world on fire Wo-oh, shine tonight Wo-oh (Set the world on fire) Eh, oh, a shining star Don't matter where you are Hey there rock star

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me, Let the Midnight Special shine a ever lovin' light on me. Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring, And they march you to the table to see the same old thing. Ain't no food upon the

Good day to be me If I got you well it's a good day, baby Some folks call me crazy my momma call me 'hon And depending on the mood your in, I might be either one Hey, I get up and I go to work and I got to work some more When I get home I take it off and

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

Last night I heard the screaming Loud voices behind the wall Another sleepless night for me It won't do no good to call The police always come late If they come at all And when they arrive They say they can't interfere With domestic affairs

Even if you don't like me, Got girls wanna be wifey, Is it the chrome up on my wheels, or that bass bin up in my trunk I bet you fall in love with my ride (my ride) my ride Cause they fell in love with my ride (my ride) my ride, ehh I bet you fall in

When did you stop loving me? When did I stop loving you? You know, when you say your marriage vows They're supposed to be for real If you think back about what you really said You know, about, honor and loving And obeying 'till death do us part and all

La vie Bohème Are we packed? Yes, and by next week I want you to be And you should see They've padlocked your building And they're rioting on Avenue B Benny called the cops