With my lightnin' bolts a glowin' Somethin' filled up My heart with nothin' Someone told me not to cry Now that I'm older My heart's colder And I can see that it's a lie Children wake up Hold your mistake up

Well, my mama 'low me just to stay out all night long I didn't care she 'low, I would boogie anyhow When I first came to town, people, I was walkin' down Hastings Street Everybody was talkin' about the Henry Swing Club I decided I drop in there that

For the nigga who be talking loud and holding his dick Talking shit, he better lay low For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick Now she sick, she better lay low For the niggas who be claiming my hood And really ain't from my gang,

I'm so sorry A son of a stepfather So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go You'll never be loved till you've made your own You gotta face up, you gotta get yours You never know the top till you get too low The sun shines on everyone, everyone love

You lift my feet off the ground You spin me around You make me crazier crazier Feels like I'm falling and I'm lost in your eyes I've never gone with the wind, just let it flow Let it take me where it wants 'Til you opened the door, there's so much more

Live long and die for me We are killed gods We make this world worth saving (are) Are you prepared to believe? (killed) Kill everything that kills you (gods) Wallow in the winter of it Discover what you truly covet Underneath the floor, above it

When that question comes to find you Don't deny you never ran And when that feeling comes to take you Take you walking the streets of hell Lowly deserter, sing that old song And sing a new one for the men Still in battle, far from heaven Raise your voice

Could you keep your head up? Many moons will lighten the way And sure this night will follow a day And everything you once loved remains Sometimes the tears we cry Are more than any heart can take We hurt, just keep it inside Small wonder that it starts

What is this feeling? What is this feeling I have in my heart for you? Ah, baby, oh baby Is one of the things I can't explain to you And that's how I feel about you You kissing me a thousand times Slowly driving me out of my mind, oh ho, baby, yeah I'm

Black Cadillac, on them hundred spokes Ride, slide, dipping low Ride, slide, smoke control What you gonna do when the shit goes down? Six misfits rolling through your hometown 'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the floor When the streets grow cold and my