This time somebody's getting hurt I wish you'd do it again I'll watch you leave here limping And I wish you'd do it again Here comes the next contestant Is that your hand on my girlfriend? Is that your hand? There goes the next contestant Each night

You're coming back! You've been gone much longer than you Ever said you had the plan to I'm just gonna wait 'till you come home Though I count the days, they're grey without you The weather's much better when I think about you I'm just gonna wait till

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you should of slid to my crib Fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told

Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome Even though you're tryin' to hold me back You don't get no mail you know I'm in jail Fare thee well, my brother, please don't stand in my way I'm goin' down to that dirty town no matter what you say You fooled me

I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling What did you expect?

When the smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

And your love is the best thing that I got And it’s only just begun, but it’s never gonna stop I know sometimes it seems like I I'm just a little bit behind I get back on the beat and you know it So what if I just wanna be a little bit out of my mind I

Tip it on back, make it feel good Sip a little more than you know you should Let the smoke roll, off your lips Let it all go whatever it is and tip it on back I don’t wanna remember what I’m here to forget tonight So tip it on back I see main street

It's about time! It's about time Don't you waste my time (my time, my time) Turn your clock back Paint it red on black Hey hey hey! You can spend my money It's alright! Turn! (turn! turn! turn! turn!)

All he asks, I said hurry inside Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines First on the bad list, and you're last on mine Lookin' for a scapegoat, long past due Walking down the aisle, still straining you Where do I hide? All he asks, I say hurry