They want your number so they can call you Just to come over to cook for all you Thought she was thirsty and it was all true Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through Blah, blah, blah, bitch Using bid'ness just to sit up on my dick How I

I lie here alone and wonder why That I come alive, just before I have to hide. Because I believe I'm losing my nerve But could I ever do better than this Because all I ever wanted was a place to call my home To shelter me when I am there and to miss me

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on

I got your present waitin' I ain't got enough money for a big diamond ring Let's tie a brand new bow around the same old thing Thought I'd call you up See if had celebrated Day you were born It's a little belated Age is just a number It's really over

Something you call real I don't think that I've got Time for these scars to heal And the days just go by, Leaving questions in my mind I guess I'll find the answers Some day in another life For once in my life I do wanna feel Take my breath away, I don't

Forsaken, I walk the line alone No sanctuary No place for me to call my home But it's time to break the cycle You come alive just to fuck with the cycle Bring an end to the suffering I was shadowed or black out, storming the background One man's whisper

Its not that I take life for granted Its only that the good wont make it Innocence dies while Villainy Thrives Retribution calls If only I could afflict you Hurt you in the same way that you hurt I just want to exact reprisal The only way I depict you Is

They can call me whatever they want For them to sing along to when I'm gone Put my heart where everyone can see Call me crazy You can call me whatever you want But that won't change me I just don't care what the world says I'm gonna make it

Supper's almost done Go ahead and call your friends 'Cause we got room for everyone Let's make some memories, 'round this 9 foot pine At the family table It's just an old piece of wood On top of four legs It's got a few coffee stains, and a thousand

'Cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do Well I'm a gonna raise a fuss, I'm gonna raise a holler About workin' all summer just to try an' earn a dollar Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date My boss