Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, Well, we're good old boys, we come

Hallelujah, hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah I've heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major

I just want to live while I'm alive (It's my life) It's my life I ain't gonna live forever My heart is like an open highway Like Frankie said I did it my way And it's now or never This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the

Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama take this badge from me I can't use it anymore It's getting dark too dark to see Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, eh yeah Mama put my guns in the ground I can't

If he makes you feel like a million dollar bill Say oh oh oh, say oh oh oh! Makes you go left right up down Makes you spinning round and round Say ooh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh! This way about his love Say oh oh oh oh, say ooh oh oh oh! If you feel good

Keep going keep going on This is my battle cry I have been shut by my critics Talked about by my scenics Feel like my life is on this ? Like those you see on exhibits Puts my life on the line And ? on these lines ? hear my bottle cry

Airplanes cut through the clouds Like angels can fly, we'll never die Sirens cut through the night Like screams that are fire, rising up high Like I've something to prove, nothing to lose In this city, in this city oh Most of my life

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all my haters, I’ma make them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

Ain't scared to ride this train Make a few marks, leave a few stains Might slam just a little too hard Might take it just a little too far Might burn out like a firework, Like a shooting star across the sky Yeah, they're sure gonna know we were here You

You try to take the best of me Sick of you acting like I owe you this While I find a place to rest Find another place to feed your greed I want to be in another place I hate when you say you don't understand (You'll see it's not meant to be) I want to be