Indestructible On this rock I lie But I'm alive for good And I just free myself now From all what was wrong Break the unbreakable All the stars Fearlessly bright They call me out there

Selling hope to the hopeless, ready to bleed them dry, and take their dignity So get up on your stage and say they need what you have, When your words mean nothing to you or me We know that you're faking it You may have them fooled Will they see it's

Sing us a song of the century That's louder than bombs And eternity The era of static and contraband That's leading us into the promised land Tell us a story that's by candlelight Waging a war and losing the fight They're playing the song of the century

Somewhere there's a reason why things go like they do Somewhere there's a reason why some things just fall through We don't always see them for what they really are But I know there's a reason just can't see it from this far Maybe I don't like it, but I

Any minute the 5 o'clock crowd will be coming Taps'll be flowing with beer The cigarette smoke is soon to be risin' And at 5:30 Clancy gets here She knows all their faces, she's practically And that why they're loyal and true They'll pay their tabs, and

Hey there, lady Come and tell me something, say something (yeah) Is it something or nothing, yeah You going back and forth, back and forth, back and forth Yeah, yeah, girl I'm older than you You cannot play me, you a baby I'm not fooled by the money that

I let it work, non-stop Wait, I see a whole lot of frontin' A whole bunch of talkin', doin' a whole bunch of nothin' Get 'em, trance, oh Get 'em, I let it work, non-stop Everybody talkin' 'bout they want this money But when you get that money, everybody

But I cannot forget Refuse to regret So glad I met you and Take my breath away Make everyday Worth all of the pain that I have gone through And Mama I've been cryin' Cause things ain't how they used to be She said, "The battle's almost won

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy In the house of the rising sun There is a house in Sin City And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in Sin City

You're killin' my vibe (killin' it) I-I'm too fly to fight Can't afford my price This a white tee (clean) Bitch, bite me (hey!) I'm on the high (I'm on the high) They on the low (they on the low) Get out my zone Said, I'm on the high (I'm on the high)