Even if we tumble and fall We're gonna ride the storm out on a lifeboat Baby this kind of love is all that we know We're gonna take a walk out on the trapeze Even in a wild breeze, we could be the best of them all It's a want you, it's a need you, it's a

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise I got my windows down and the radio, get your radio Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot

We'd drive too fast Yeah man, we run this town We'd get too loud Nothin’ but a bunch of time to kill Set up on the big hill Seventeen, we owned those streets That was our spot, that’s where we’d always meet And we’d roll on out

You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise Down a back road blowin’ stop signs through the middle Every little farm town with you In this brand new Chevy with a lift kit It’d look a hell lot better with you up in it So baby you a song Yeah, when I

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long

It’s just you and I tonight Why don’t you figure my heart out Instead of living in your head I’m rushing in a small town I forgot to call you Running low on know how This beats made for two 'Cause I remember that I like you No matter what I found

We were born, we were born to get wild I'm up in this bitch to get wild Turn up the sound And play it loud so that everyone who comes around 'Cause we getting crazy Burning down the town We burn it down so that everyone comes around

I wanna ride all night 'Til we get tomorrow shining in the headlights I want to show you around this little farm town Find some places that we can’t be found, girl Just wanna take my time, just you and me baby Bet you’d look good on a two lane back road

A street fighting man For a street fighting man 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town There's just no place for a street fighting man Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 'Cause summers here and

Sometimes I feel like a man on fire, Sometimes I feel like a man possessed, Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town. Don't it make you stop and wonder why? I walk these streets each and every day Trying to find some work just to earn my pay Just to