Tell me your lies Because I just can't face it I don't know why She got, she got, she got Her own reasons For talking to me And she don't, she don't, she don't Give a fuck

I’m so bad, I’m so bad So bad, I’m so bad It’s like the sun With black rays so bad, so bad Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, across your face You’ve got my heart beating triple time A dark rhythm beating just behind

Breaking me down It hurts, my pride, step aside, 'Cause I don't need your... Won't get the best of me! It's just like trickery! A slap in the face,

(Throw ya hands up, let's ride) (To the city of the scene) (Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor) (Shake it Westside) Six million ways to mob, choose one (Some-some-something about the West Coast) It's somethin' in the water (Something

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

It's the same, it's the same, it's the same Baby, won't you breathe? Maybe somewhere else will not be half as cold as me The curtains drawn, the winter sun makes patterns on your face It looks like some kaleidoscopic breathing exercise Hold me in your

Shock dat monkey Get the monkey up off your back When you know that it's good And you know that it's hot All the girlies want a piece of what you've got When a man is a man And it's all in his face He's 'gon jump all on it

And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

I can see the pain It's written all over your face Blessed visionary cut me with your sun The rivers ran in blood Spark fueled to fire Deep withing the endless void Searching for a sign The vessel forged inside me Watches over like the death

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky