Lay down, stay down Let me know you feel it You know I really need it Keep on pushin' for more I got something to find There's one thing I really need I'm gonna tell you right now I don't care if my lady's gone As long as you give me just what I want

Lay it down, lay it down Make it alright I'll hold you so tight Lay it down It's gonna be alright Oh, lay it down Oh, before the morning light Come and lay it down tonight Ruby red, her lips were on fire

I surrender, dear. We've played the game of stay away But it cost more that I can pay. Without you I can't make my way, I may seem proud, I may act gay, It's just a pose, I'm not that way, 'Cause deep down in my heart I say Little mean things we were

He's a freak of nature But we love him so But we let him go Sir Psycho Sir Psycho yea Lay me down, lay me down, lay me down, lay me down A long, long, long, long time ago Before the wind, before the snow Lived a man, lived a man I know Lived a freak of

Play dead, play dead with me Close your eyes and don't speak Lay with my body Slow down your heartbeat No need to escape We can find our own way You got me hiding in cupboards 'Cause darlin' you're the only one I can't stand the TV screen

Oh I know, I know I hope someday We'll sit down together And laugh with each other About these days, these days All our troubles We'll lay to rest And we'll wish we could come back to these days, these days These days, these days

Livin', lovin', she's just a woman Come on, babe on the round about, ride on the merry-go-round We all know what your name is, so you better lay your money down With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac

I'll play the blues for you If you're down and out and you feel real hurt Come on over to the place where I live And all your loneliness I'll try to soothe Don't be afraid come on in You might run across some of your old friends All your loneliness I

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye I am God, motherfuckers! Better bow down! Dead bodies all around, hundred rounds out Smell it in the air every time I fuck around town (downtown) Lay down, one by one I pick 'em off without