We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower Together we go Oh, miss believer, my pretty sleeper Your twisted mind is like snow on the road Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder Inside your head than the winter of dead

Tonight you're gonna go down in flames Just like Jesse James Come on baby So come on baby If you can give it I can take it 'Cause if this heart is gonna break it's gonna take a lot to break it I know tonight Somebody's gonna win the fight

(I'd fight for you) Hey babumba hey It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I'd fight for you! Hey babumba Just like the rain down in Africa It's gonna take some time but I know you're worth

So be concerned Where'd you go, huh? They all think I know you It's so hard to motivate Me to devote a Single inch of me to Something I can't see I Don't mean to cry but why Would you even make the eyes?

You lot, what? Don't stop, give it all you got The magnificent seven Don't stop, yeah You're frettin', you're sweatin' What have we got? Yeah, ooh Ring, ring, it's 7:00 A.M. Move yourself to go again Cold water in the face

Baby it's yours If you want it tonight I'll give you the red light special All through the night Just come through my door Take off my clothes And turn on the red light Take a good look at it

But it still kills me like it did before I've seen the end of the day come too soon It's nothing that I haven't seen before No it's nothing that I haven't seen before Not a lot to say, not a lot to do You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself Rest

Seems like lately there's a whole lot of leavin' goin' on I close my eyes and picture you're hand in mine I still hear your voice that takes me back to that time Where I can find a reason to be strong It's pretty cold for late September And autumn wind

I'd rather be face down in the dirt with a bullet in my head I'd rather be dead, yeah I'd rather be dead I don't wanna be you I wanna make a lot of money But I don't wanna go to school I don't wanna get a real job It's a dirty job but someone's gotta do

I like to spend some time in Mozambique The sunny sky is aqua blue And all the couples dancing cheek to cheek It's very nice to stay a week or two And maybe fall in love just me and you There's lots of pretty girls in Mozambique And plenty time for good