All hail rock and roll Gotta take it back, we gotta take control Write this on my tombstone We fucking live for the music Rise up or just get fucked, uh, you know it This is our time, reignite All of the flames that have died for quite some time We can't

Check it check it check, check check Yo, when it come to sex advice, I'm the one to call If you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down walls Not Dr. Ruth, call me Dr. Knockboot Pimped out hats, rock fashionable suits A class for the youth, Sex Ed for

If I could tell her But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would even start But he kept it all inside his head What he saw he left unsaid Tell her everything I see How she's everything to me He thought you were awesome

La bohème, la bohème Ça voulait dire Je vous parle d'un temps Que les moins de vingt ans Ne peuvent pas connaître Montmartre en ce temps-là Accrochait ses lilas Jusque sous nos fenêtres Et si l'humble garni

With every heartbeat We were dancing to the sound Of a broken heart There in the madness Us against the world And every heartbeat felt like This is what we deserve Do you remember When you and I were young?

Kill them dead before them spread, kill them dead Igziabeher, let Jah be praised Negusa neghast, let Jah be praised Medanialam, let Jah be praised Kill them dead before them spread Let Him be praised, let Him be praised You better let Him be praised He

I knew my rent was gon' be later 'bout a week ago I work my ass off But I still can't pay it though But I got just enough To get off in this club Have me a good time, before my time is up Hey, let's get it now Ooh I want the time of my life Oh baby ooh

Girl, I try to do my best Baby don't you do it, don't do it babe Don't break my heart, don't do it babe Don't break my heart, please don't do it babe Don't you break my heart 'Cause I sacrifice to make you happy Get nothin' for myself Now you wanna leave

Wherever she goes, I go, we roll, we go Flying over cities down to Rio, it's real Love that I feel, well nothing lasts forever But I'm down for the minute so just chill

'Cause we owe 400 dollars to the boys in the band Gas lights blinking on our broke down van We're living on truck stop burgers and fries Crossing our fingers for a vacancy sign Well who in the hell is gonna be pay these bills When one's drinking, one's