I don't wanna lose myself, I don't wanna lose myself I don't wanna lose myself loving you, loving you I'm running low so don't play with my time I'm searching but it's nothing left to find Send out a call but no one's on the line So if you want it please

I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love You know it is twelve o'clock in Soho, baby It's gin o'clock where I wake up, I don't

Me and my band of brothers got you covered On the honky tonk front lines Well, we ain't no rookies; it's our third tour of duty Yeah, that's all right I came up through the trenches where We only played for tips and alcohol You find out what you're made

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

Then she'll leave you with a smile At first she's gonna come on strong Like she'll love you all night long Like it's going out of style Well, you can't help but wonder Why you can't help but love her But you can't help love her And all that hurtin' was

'Cause it's all that I want And I want to be free I got Satan riding next to me 'Cause we're all bloody freaks And we'll give you the creeps Chasing fireflies and zeroes Concrete dream (hey) I'm gonna make a scene, radio Caught burning gasoline, sleeping

But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me Is the answer to the question on your mind And I'm sick of all my judges But I know that I can make it As long as somebody takes me home (Every now and then) Nobody ever had a dream 'round here

They don't see me Oh no, they don't see me Your girl's drawers comin' down But her hands go up to the ceilin' I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it I'm throwin' money in the VIP I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me They tell me,

It's great to be here in your arms It's great to be here, oooh So glad, so glad, so glad To be back in your arms Thank you, baby, thank you, baby Back where I belong Oh, I went out to do my thing And I was totally rejected I put you down for love unknown

I know it was you He whispers secrets through a thick mustache And she listens to him Flicks her cigarette's ash And smoke hangs velvet curtains And hides her lips And she hopes to hell it's worth all her health risks 'Cause everyone requires a plan I