Are you gonna stay the night Doesn't mean we're bound for life So oh oh oh, are you gonna stay the night I know that we were made to break so what? I don't mind You kill the lights, I'll draw the blinds Don't dull the sparkle in your eyes Oh oh oh oh,

Well, if I go down dyin', you know she's bound to put a blanket on my bed I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids But my soulful mama, you know she keeps me hid She's a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread Well, when the pipeline

Hey there, Mr. Tin Man You don't know how lucky you are You shouldn't spend your whole life wishin' For something bound to fall apart Every time you're feeling empty Better thank your lucky stars If you ever felt one breaking You'd never want a heart

Bound to fall in love Bound to fall in love (Uh-huh, honey) I know you're tired of loving, of loving With nobody to love, nobody, nobody (Uh-huh, honey) Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth All them other niggas lame, and you know it now When a real

She's going Hollywood She's going Hollywood tonight (West bound Greyhound) (To tinsel town) (Just to pursue her movie star dreams) It's true, that you, May never ever have that chance again That chance again babe Lipstick in hand

I will walk, with my hands bound I will walk, with my face blood I will walk, with my shadow flag Into your garden Garden of stone The direction of the eye So misleading The defection of the soul Nauseously quick

I don't know why you came along At such a perfect time But if I let you hang around I'm bound to lose my mind But the feeling's all wrong Your eyes may be whole But the story I'm told Is that your heart is as black as night Your lips may be sweet

You gotta get up and try, and try, and try Gotta get up and try, and try, and try Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned But just because it burns, doesn't mean you're gonna die Ever wonder

Hell-hound, hot leather on your legs That smokin powder keg You're riding on is hell-bound And you're the one they claim It's going down in flames You're riding Hades' rails (Hellion) The devil's Hellion child Will never have to die

Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people When the kid hits Alabama, people Don't you try to dog him 'round Well, I was born in Mississippi And I don't take any stuff from you I've got my pistols in my pockets boys I'm Alabama bound I've got my pistols