Everybody got their own demons Everybody fightin' their own war I can be an angel sometimes, I can be real fucked up I miss you only sometimes, I give you real tough love 'Cause I'm a devil with a halo, whoa-oh-oh Ever seen a devil with a halo? Ever seen

Let's get crazy! Let's get crazy Get up and dance Take a swing Do your thing It's worth taking a chance Don't miss out, time to shout Always keeping it real Our songs, our style

Is it too late to come on home Are all those bridges now old stone Can the city forgive, I hear its sad song Without your love I'll be So long and lost, are you missing me But it's too late to come on home Lost in the fog, these hollow hills Blood

Lover man, oh, where can you be? I don't know why but I'm feeling so sad I long to try something I never had Never had no kissin' Oh, what I've been missin' The night is cold and I'm so alone I'd give my soul just to call you my own Got a moon above me

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

An illusion of bliss So I persist I don't wanna be a fallen angel Like a bottomless kiss An iIllusion of bliss Don't say I'm gone, gone Don't say I'm lost, lost You know, right now I miss someone that I love Or fell in love with

Then come back to me I wouldn't want You to miss a thing I wouldn't wake You from any dream You ever have So, go on, and go, unroll every map But if you gotta leave You gotta know

I was busy dreaming 'bout boys Head is spinning thinking 'bout boys I was busy thinking 'bout boys I want 'em all Didn't hit 'em back I'm sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like Don't be mad, don't be mad at me (no, no, no, no)