Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach you boy with the toaster boy Hit you point blank range and fire Then I'm 'gon load my shit then count my shit Nigga trip I'll go for your

It's a war of the hearts Who's calling the shots To have or to have not It's a war of the hearts (It's a war of the hearts) The fire has got to cease Don't know where to point this thing I've got a bullet to spare I could aim

It’s gotta be you One more, one more, can we try? Girl I see it in your eyes you’re disappointed ‘Cause I’m the foolish one that you anointed with your heart I tore it apart And girl what a mess I made upon your innocence And no woman in the world

You said I wouldn't get to far on a tank of gas and an empty heart But I got everything I'll ever need I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings And I'll grab the wheel and I'll point it west Pack the good and leave the rest I bet this road

You said I wouldn't get to far on a tank of gas and an empty heart But I got everything I'll ever need I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings And I'll grab the wheel and I'll point it west Pack the good and leave the rest I bet this road

See the truth Any time you see the truth I won’t point any fingers I won’t say it was you Don't know how many times I got caught up in this game I let life take its time Don't try to hide it all Don't try, don't try

Without a clue Bored to death I'm just bored to tears Same old shit just different day & year Killed myself but that got boring too So beyond the point where it's not true Shot my drugs Drank my booze

(Who got shot tonight?) Who shot the shot? Who got shot tonight? I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing when I see it For the same reason no one ever pointed a telescope at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of N-Y City Not even five

You got a fetish for my love I push you out and you come right back Don't see a point in blaming you If I were you, I'd do me too I'm not surprised I sympathize, ah I can't deny Your appetite, ah Take it or leave it

With a gun in your hand, I'm the boogieman I'm gonna come and get you You've got to help us, can you? Yes you can You've got to help us, can you? Yes you can, oh If you point a gun at my rising sun Though we're not the one But in the bounds of your mind