Don't you cry tonight And don't you cry tonight There's a heaven above you baby And please remember Don't you ever cry Don't you cry Talk to me softly There's something in your eyes Don't hang your head in sorrow

Don't you cry tonight And don't you cry tonight There's a heaven above you baby And please remember Don't you ever cry Don't you cry Talk to me softly There's something in your eyes Don't hang your head in sorrow

Annie, are you okay? So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie? Keep on with the force, don't stop Don't stop 'til you get enough Do you remember, girl? I said you wanna be starting something You got to be starting something Too high to get over

There's not a thing you can do You're fucked and I am too I can't remember the last time I smiled Behind these eyes there's a devil inside Oh God I know I'm fucked Something is just not right I need to leave this place Out of mind, out of sight My evil

How do you want to be remembered? Being rich? Yeah, yeah, uh Visions of seeing my self as some what different Reality got me feeling indifferent I'm lifting this weight of my shoulders But how older I get I reload the clip and sip on something I feel

To how dem love me bad A Guinness and peanut Me put inna me blender Me a di champion Fi all contender And if she wanna be a Fan club member I'm gonna give her Something to remember

You know the feeling of something half remembered Of something that never happened, yet you recall it well You know the feeling of recognizing someone That you've never met as far as you could tell, well Laura is the face in the misty light Footsteps

I need something more Tell me what you see Touch, I remember touch Pictures came with touch A painter in my mind A tourist in a dream A visitor it seems A half-forgotten song Where do I belong?

Now add tequila! When life gives you limes You make margaritas! You take it all with a grain of salt And realize sometimes it ain't your fault You got something you don't wanna remember That's when you need to just throw it in a blender And have a good

I remember something Down along the creek Her, the heron hurried away When first I breeched that last Sunday Low moon don the yellow road That leaving wasn't easing all that heaving in my vines And as certain it is evening at is now is not the time, ooh