And the neighbors yeah they all hate us Cupid's secret is love starts before you need it With a little bit of prayer, little bit of porn (Sorry) Couple long nights sleeping on my own Waiting for the right one to come along Waiting for the right one and

Trade baby blues for wide eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts And walk through this house in your shoes You know it's strange It's a strange way of saying That I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you Let me see your moves Things

I'm an outcast on the path of rebound Everything is frail, I desolate, crush, and burn I have chosen darkness to be my guide War is in my heart, death is by my side War heart! With no remains of compassion or love War heart! Hate your fellow as yourself

Yeah! we make a lot of noise Refuse to sit down and be tamed We still think that we owe you some We sing it out loud we sing it out proud We thank you people for being around Supporting Volbeat with love and hell fire Gu'fanden do we care But we know who

Where thrills are cheap, and love's divine I'm looking for something, just sink in my teeth without any crying But I can't find no place or nothing, Where thrills are cheap and love is divine Dusty and you are, dirty from chain Lips of your kisses are

When you gonna come around? We’ve never been together is just something we talk about I’ve been waitin’ with a heart full of love Just for you to say it feels right enough. I’ve been a-waiting and a-wondering, When you’re gonna give in and just give it

Without a dream in my heart Without a love of my own Blue moon you saw me standing alone Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for You heard me saying a prayer for Someone I really could care for And then there suddenly appeared before me The only

You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh? I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy, but I'm iced up Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don't like you Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago Everybody love me, when they see me

It cost me a lot But there's one thing that I've got It's my man, it's my man Cold and wet, tired, you bet All of this I'll soon forget with my man He's not much for looks He's no hero out of books But I love him, yes I love him Two or three girls has he

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your