Take a look around the world Don't tell your man what you don't do right Not tell him all the things that make you cry But check yourself for your own shit / shame And don't be making love like it's always You see such bad things happening There are many

I swear you'll stay to maintain the pain I put a bullet in my radio Something just hit me funny I don't know Just pulled the trigger going down the road You slammed the door and knocked me off the wire Been walking lines and you've been burning tires

Until we hit the ground and pass out Let it pour away I'll apologize for tonight, tomorrow morning We bring the women and the cars and the cards out And we can do this until we pass out So let it rain We won't come down Yeah, yeah we bring the stars out

Did you ever think that you would be this rich Did you ever think that you would have these hits Did you ever think that you would be the don Have a crib with a fifty acre lawn Did you ever think that you would be this paid Were there times when your ass

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car When you hit the ground, check the lost and found Because it ain't my problem now I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles of my own I have

She didn't care where we were going As long as we were going, wide open We put the gas to the floor Yeah, we hit it wide open Two-lane highway rolling With no one around, slowing us down Radio loud, had the speakers all blowing Feet on the dash with her

'Cause your love is my love And my love is your love It would take an eternity to break us And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us If tomorrow is judgment day And I'm standing on the front line And the Lord asks me what I did with my life I will say I

Every song that's comin' on Is settin' the mood tonight Gettin' us right, but like Every kiss, I feel your lips Hittin' us stronger than A lightning strike Never heard anything like that They way you whisper my name Makin' love to the soundtrack

They're not gonna happen Don't get any big ideas You paint yourself white And fill up with noise But there'll be something missing Now that you've found it, it's gone Now that you feel it, you don't You've gone off the rails So don't get any big ideas

Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight