Squalor Victoria Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens Underline everything I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among the saints Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves And I wanna rush in with the fools 3:30 in the last

I've just begun It's about that time, gotta get mine You can't kill me 'Cause I'm already inside you Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war! Enemy, show me what you wanna be I can handle anything Even if I can't handle you!

She's gone to sea She's fightin' for me What bravery! I'm sleeping in a battle ship I'm sleeping in a submarine I'm sleeping in a fighter plane I'm sleeping going down the drain All hands on deck! The radio adresss

But now it's back again See the pain in my eyes See the scars deep inside My God, I'm down in this With the laughter I smile With the tears that I cry Keep going down this road Called life

Feels like I've lost everything that I've known We tear our hearts out Then we fight Hey, I know We pushed our buttons far inside I cannot survive alone Away, I see it's going down Today, Hoping in time We'll bury all this pain

Always on a different route, I do the wrong things right! Alright now, we're going back in time! We'll rock this party 'til the walls come crashing down, so buy another 21 with no direction, living life to the fullest is my intention! We're gonna party

Nobody's foolin' nobody is to where it goes And The highway is alive tonight I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Man walks along the railroad track He's Goin' some place, there's no turnin' back The Highway Patrol chopper comin' up over the ridge

Time's a wastin' now And I ain't got no more time to play Everything is changin' now Pretty soon it's all gone away Can we make the changes now You know there's no other way Now's the time, the time is now It's not the why, it's just the how Have you

Rambling out of the wild west Leaving the towns I love best Thought I'd seen some ups and down 'Till I come into New York town People going down to the ground Building going up to the sky Wintertime in New York town The wind blowing snow around Walk

I'm going down. My nose is in the sand I'm going down, down, baby. My nose is in the sand A cloud of dust just came over me and I think I'm drowning on dry land You know, my father told me, son don't rush to be a man You know, my father told me, son