(Freedom, la la la la) Don't be a casualty, cut the cord So cultivate and plant the seed I'm gonna make it rain, so ring the bell I know it all too well Switchblade on the edge of your wrist 'Cause agony brings no reward For one more hit and one last

Who will save your soul and love me here. And I find my place So well let down your guard So when it get's too late When it get's too far Know this is a universal truth People let me down. So reach out for the things that you can use Buried in the ground

Well, if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Well, have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too

Barbara, Santa Barbara Is there is no That’s how I know Yeah, there is no end to love Santa Barbara, Santa Barbara Then we fell into the shiny sea The weight that drags your heart down Well, that’s what took me

I know I have issues But I don't need to hear it coming from you Well, I'm sick of it, over it, however you want it said I'm telling it straight 'cause it might be the only chance I get Just shut up, just shut up, would you stop telling me who I am? I'm

That's all right. What you call me? You didn't! You don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats. Well I tell you one dog-gone thing. It makes me feel good to know one thing. I know I'm a lover. Matter of opinion. That's all right, Mama was. Papa too.

Hasta mañana, say we'll meet again I can't do without you Time to forget, send me a letter Say you forgive, the sooner the better I just don't know Hasta mañana 'til we meet again Don't know where, don't know when Darling, our love was much too strong to

Oh no oh no Do you remember? Well I remember Say it again Do you know what I mean? You're too fast for love Oh no, oh no

Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And