Little hottie swingin' up in the swing No cover charge, get in for free Chillin' on a back porch, oh yeah Them good ol' boys pickin' six string Woah oh oh, leave your trouble at the door Woah oh oh, chillin' on a back porch No last call, let's party on

Get into the groove Boy you've got to prove Your love to me, yeah Get up on your feet, yeah Step to the beat Boy what will it be Only when I'm dancing can I feel this free At night I lock the doors, where no one else can see I'm tired of dancing here all

I'll meet you when you're out Of the church at the back door Don't wait or say a single vow And they said, "speak now" I am not the kind of girl Who should be rudely bargin' in on a white veil occasion Who should be marryin' the wrong girl Don't say yes,

It's a kind of magic The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the doors of time There can be only one This rage that lasts a thousand years Will soon be done A kind of magic One dream one soul one prize one goal One golden glance of what

Chainsmoking your love It's getting harder to breathe Can't be good for my sanity Can't be good for my lungs I know my lease is up and the bailiff's at the door And still I'm hanging on to the life we had before I know this cold love won't lead me to the

That's the way it all will end Die alone you never will Hell is here unleash your tail Well the lord above has never been on my side or Your side, Hallelujah Goat Walking through a fire like a soldier Kicking the door, and kicking the devil's whore

Hey Laura it's me But there's something bothering me That the rivers of your love flow uphill to me Hey Laura it's me I really am sorry but it just couldn't wait Sorry but I had to ring your doorbell so late With a healthy dose of make-believe Sorry but

When your mind's made up There's no point trying to change it And you call, call Then I'll come running So, if you want something To fight and I'll be at your door When there's nothing worth running for There's no point trying to stop it, you see You're

When the sky is gray And the moon is hate I'll be down to get you. Roots of earth will shake. Sinister purpose Knockin' at your door; Come and take my hand.

I ain't goin' out that door Ain't but one way out Raise your window If you raise your window I can ease out soft and low If I get away this time I won't be caught no more 'Cause the man out there might Be your man, I don't know Your neighbors gonna be