Grind you down and grind you down (gonna grind you down) Grind your body down I can remember the last time December The snow that comes falling it washes away I'll live forever the wings of a feather Stand your ground Don't let them grind you down Grind

I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot When are these colonies gonna rise up? And I am not throwing away my shot We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot) I’ma get a

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

So baby when I get famous Everybody's gonna see You never really knew me There's diamonds hiding in my hands They're gonna cut through the windows Ain't no one messing with my plans Right now my star is in limbo Sit back and watch my scrawny frame

And I rule my den Well, I'm the Crawlin' King Snake Yeah, don't mess 'round with my mate Gonna use her for myself C'mon crawl I'm the Crawlin' King Snake Caught me crawlin', baby, window Grass is very high Keep on crawlin' till the day I die

So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real 'Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwin' sticks and stones I'm never gonna give you up I'll be there when the storm comes We can cut each other to the bone Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard

I fell in love with the girl at the rock show She said "what?" and I told her that I didn't know She's so cool, I'm gonna sneak in through her window Everything's better when she's around I can't wait till her parents go out of town (I'll never forget

'Cause it ain't easy No, it ain't easy It ain't easy I walk a hard line, winding road Don't really know where it's gonna go Seems like trouble's my best friend Soon as I get out, I'm back in again It's a wonder, I ain't all alone

Yeah, it's a good, good, good to be alive It's a crazy, perfect, messed up, beautiful ride This world could throw me anything with you by my side Gonna find us a couple of glasses Gonna pour us a bottle of wine There ain't no better way to get this Long

We can't wait 'til tomorrow You gotta know that this is real, baby why you wanna fight it? I knew that when I met you, I'm not gonna let you runaway (And we're all just runaways) Blonde hair blowin' in the summer wind A blue-eyed girl playing in the sand