I hear echoes of a thousand screams As I lay me down to sleep There's a black hole deep inside of me Reminding me, that I that I've lost my backbone Somewhere in Stockholm I lost my backbone, somewhere in Stockholm That's me right there on the corner,

As I was walking down the road A feeling fine and larky oh A recruiting sergeant came up to me Says he, you'd look fine in khaki oh For the King he is in need of men Come read this proclamation oh A life in Flanders for you then Would be a fine vacation

I love my baby like a bull dog loves his bone Last night she got crazy, called me up on the phone Said, "Come on over, daddy 'Cause I hates drinkin' alone" Said, "I had me a little and I had to have a little more Try to get up, could not get out the door

Why can't we be friends, when we are lovers? 'Cause it always ends with us hating each other Instead of calling me out you should be pulling me in I've just got one more thing to say And irony is okay, I suppose Culture is to blame You try and mask your

Oh oh oh oh oh It's in the song, baby can't you feel it And if you can't baby, listen to the lyrics It's Friday night freedom, football game It's proud of where you from, it's your last name It's thirteen stripes and fifty stars in the wind So hold up

Asian girls everywhere, UCLA I'm on my ballin' each and every day You see me babe? You see me babe? Am I the only one you sleepin' with?" I'm on my ish, call it I watch these haters take they shots like they were alcoholics "What is he wearing? Somebody

Love, reign o'er me, rain on me, rain on me Can make it rain Can bring the rain The way the beach is kissed by the sea Like the sweat of lovers' Laying in the fields Love, reign o'er me That makes you yearn to the sky

Envole-moi, envole-moi, envole-moi Loin de cette fatalité qui colle à ma peau Envole-moi, envole-moi Remplis ma tête d'autres horizons, d'autres mots Minuit se lève en haut des tours Les voix se taisent et tout devient aveugle et sourd La nuit camoufle

Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends 'Til it’s over, my friends, count along So innocent were the days The taste of good memories A bag full of hope that was only for me and you Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says She’s on a hunt, cooking

Someone save us Heaven help us now Come crashing down We'll hear the sound As you're falling down Or make a saint of me? And will you lay for me? 'Cause I'll give you all the nails you need (You don't know a thing about my sins)