Thank God I can breathe, I can be what they can't buy Even when I'm weak, I'm sure it's gon' be alright Thank God I got home, I got food and I got y'all Yes I will survive There will be highs and lows, thank God I remain OK How can I prove them how

La la, di da da da dum Sing us a song tonight Oh, la la la, di da da Sing us a song you're the piano man Well we're all in the mood for a melody And you got us feeling alright It's nine o'clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There's an old

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

Even though you know it's old Even when you're on the run Seeing that he's on the run Got an attitude Thinking that he's always right Blowin' smoke rings Making me wanna fight I never look back At all the things I've ever done

Choose what you wish to believe Choose what you wish to see The hatred one can't ignore Let the gathering begin You say you don't know what its all about Just look around, you'll see there is no doubt The worms and maggots gather for the feast An endless

Baby fall into my kiss It should just happen like this Trust it so much that there's no one else but us and This moment that says it's so right 'Cause that's all we have in this life Give it all we got tonight July moonlight shines Your pretty little

Sitting here at the Flora-Bama Fall in and out of love in the same night At the Flora-Bama Bout to open up a big old can of good times, unwind Can't say I got a whole lot of cares I'm in the red neck riviera It's getting crazy, getting hammered Sitting

It's never enough for you I've got time to slow you down, down, down, down I've got time to slow you down, down, down, down, down Got time on my hands Tonight, why you so broken? Wanna know, wanna know, wanna know all about you Tonight, why we still

We gotta install microwave ovens Custom kitchen deliveries We gotta move these refrigerators We gotta move these color TV's You play the guitar on the MTV That ain't workin' that's the way you do it Money for nothin' and your chicks for free Money for

And it's all your state of mind At the end of the day, And I say way-hey-hey, it's just an ordinary day I've got a smile on my face, and I've got four walls around me You've just got to say... it's all right. I've got the sun in the sky, all the water