And I know that there's something that's just out of sight I'm ready for more The feelin' now that I'm beside you We'll open the door Do anything that we decide to And I feel like I'm finally seeing the light Holdin' on girl I know it's right I know it's

Don't you know It sounds like a whisper Talkin' bout a revolution, oh no They're talkin' 'bout a revolution While they're standing in the welfare lines Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation Wasting time in the unemployment lines Sitting

Blues outside my door I don't even know if it's raining But I've been here before And I don't wanna be here again Ev'ry now and then voices on the wind call me back to the first time far away and clear you can hear the tear drops

But this time I will break him piece by piece Time will heal all wounds Felt when I walked when I walked out the door A new day will bring the peace I need Oh baby I'm so sorry but I leak all the blood from the past and now it turns into mud I still feel

I don't want to be here anymore I know there's nothing left worth staying for Your paradise is something I've endured, whoa whoa I'm listening with one foot out the door See I don't think I can fight this anymore And I don't want to be here anymore But

Just like my mama said And I'm going straight to hell I'm going straight to hell 'Cause I'm going straight to hell I grew up just west of the tracks Holdin' me to hold me back Around your door she's callin' out my name

I'm out the door, I'm on my ass again like every night before I'm off the wall, out of my fucking mind, I'm out of control I'll be the end of her, I'm in her head and in control She's let me in, now take a sip and let the show begin The floor's all

When these open doors were open-ended Two more weeks And I read about the afterlife I'm good to go My foot is in the door, yeah I can't sleep In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)

I was hardly home, workin' 3 to 3, seems like another time Feels like another time, there will be another time I'll get to, forget you And if you think about me, I'm 'bout to think about you Me and you cheer for my Lamborghini flexin' Workin' in the East

Now I'm not really one for drinking songs but Don't wanna think about you right now Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh 'Cause if I did, it would be damn bad And I'd show up at your house I was screaming at your door Saying "what the fuck is wrong with you?" I thought