The American dream on a shoestring, Give a good push just like a Brady, Too soon to be a mother and father, But too late for the alma mater, Babies makin' babies Say you'll love 'em 'till your eighty, Yeah it's always in the water First you grow it then

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

Is it too late to come on home Are all those bridges now old stone Can the city forgive, I hear its sad song Without your love I'll be So long and lost, are you missing me But it's too late to come on home Lost in the fog, these hollow hills Blood

Dame (come gimme some) I got a sweet tooth for love, baby gimme some You got the chocolate That yum, yum, come gimme some Cotton candy, sweet as gold It's soft like a sugar plum Roll up that Tootsie, that Hershey, that bubblegum Banana (come gimme some)

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

It's a long way down Point of no return and now It's just too late to turn around I try to forgive you We built it up so high and now I'm fallin' We've been in fire Went down in the flames We sailed the ocean And drowned in the waves

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

You've got a pussy I have a dick So, what's the problem Let's do it quick So take me now before it's too late Life's too short so I can't wait Take me now, oh, don't you see I can't get laid in Germany Zu groß, zu klein

Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It's too late when we die To admit we don't see eye to eye I just wish I could have told him in the living years Every generation Blames the one before And all of their frustrations Come

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do