You don't have to be Superman You don't have to hold the world in your hands You've already shown me that you can Don't have to be Superman If I could break away half of all your pain I'd take the worst of it and carry you like you carry me You say that

(please enjoy) Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing Looking for my place On assembly lines Fake prizes Risin' out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up on purple Smoke rings blow from across the disco

You've got your whole life to lead Wave goodbye to the past It's pulling you under It's not the first time, and they're getting deeper More and more your demeanor looks like quicksand It seems like your giving up, giving up on everything you worked for

I make her think I love her Just so I can fuck her when I want Gotta take these trips, gotta get it, hold up Say she see me gettin' money She ain't know like she know Girl I, girl I I can't open up to you Now every time I'm around you I feel so amazing

For a minute you can use my love, my love, my love I will leave it up to you my love, my love, my love We don't have to be afraid my love, my love, my love I don't need to know your name You're in free fall Got me on hold, but I keep waiting for you Do

My kind of lady And nothin' under the sun of moon Can make us be apart We're making plans and holding hands just like before We'll try again, we'll make amends along the road It's fellin' good, just like it should, this time we know We'll share each

Turn up the night! A rumble of thunder, I'm suddenly under your spell No rhyme or reason, or time of the season, but oh well The darkened deliver, I shake and I shiver down your soul So get a good hold, yeah Turn up the night, it feels so right! You know

Just another shallow man Zipped up in a body bag Does everybody in the world have to fucking die? Everybody in the world have to fucking die? Everybody in the world has to fucking die? Change, some broken fate Dim fucking dreams of a Hollywood cage

Johnny Cash The windows cracked on the Chevrolet My cigarettes in the ash tray The engines off and the radio's, down So nervous my whole body shakes The parking lot's full of people and They ready to see the preacher man Time to open up for the main act

I've got a sad and lonely view Of a melancholy moon My pillow smells like your perfume In my blue bedroom From my blue bedroom Missing you in my blue bedroom Woke up this morning with day old coffee Smoked what was left of your cigarette Sit by the phone