Is that lost on you? To all the things I’ve lost on you, oh Tell me are they lost on you, oh Just that you could cut me loose, oh After everything I’ve lost on you So smoke 'em if you got 'em 'cause it’s going down All I ever wanted was you Let’s raise a

Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy, yea, yea Catfish Billy, Catfish Billy Pa said he's got a lot of things to do Doesn't matter, I don't want Pa to skin me alive like he's gonna do to you if he finds out Pa said not to bother him. And if he's not gonna be

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

I'm your puppet, I'm your puppet Pull the string and I'll wink at you, I'm your puppet I'll do funny things if you want me to, I'm your puppet I'll be yours to have and to hold Darling you've got full control of your puppet Pull another string and I'll

I got some good friends that live down the street Got a good looking woman with her arms 'round me Here in a small town, where it feels like home It's the weight that you carry from the the things that you think you want I've got everything I need and

I figured out what you're all about So I hope I won't be there in the end If you come around And I don't think I like what I see All brawn and no brains And all those nice things And you finally got what you want Someone to look good with And light your

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

All I want is everything I don't know how to leave you And I don't know how to stay I've got things that I must tell you That I don't know how to say The man behind these empty words Is crying out in shame Holding on to this sinking ship

Don't you want to feel this fire before it's gone yeah yeah Your're sexy sexy I got things I want to do to you Make me make me Make my tongue just go do-do-do Flex it, flex it Flex your muscles, and through the roof Arrest it rest it 'Cause you're a