Tryin' to untangle my mind So far down, the devil loved me high I'm just trying to untangle my mind Well I drank a lot of whiskey in my time And I've held a lot of women that were fine And I made a little money, I blew every dime Well I've made a lot of

I'm gonna make you mine You're hallelujah, Sunday morning All I've ever needed, wanted Underneath this pale moon sky Yeah, I'm gonna make you mine You were made to shine under Southern stars Pure as the mountain rain You're the love songs pouring out of

Far from their land as they made their stand A disregarded demand It's surrender or die and the stakes are high Still disregarding demand They would never comply, they would rather die They live or they die, there's no time for goodbye Weapon in hand,

In the evidence of its brilliance Would you like to try? Connect to the sky Brilliance? Future lovers ride, Their ambitions high I'm gonna tell you about love Come with me Let's forget your life

Gotta keep your heads up high, can't be giving in Don't you let one day go by without praising the most High 'Cause it's the only way we ever will survive It's a mad, mad world that we're living in It's a mad, mad world that we?Re living in No guides, no

You'd fuck like a whore Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze My lips, your poison They bring you to your knees Breathing and grasping all leads to another messy ending You stupid fucking bitch One, two, three, four (all the things that she said, was

On a balcony over the sun In a chair by the rail, high above everyone Like the tan on my skin, our names in the sand Girl you, faded away We made love as the waves rolled in And we owned that town for one weekend Like the sound of the boat Starting up,

Yes I would Could I make that sacrifice If it came down to it could I take the bullet, I would I’d do it for you All I saw was smoke and fire I didn’t feel a thing But suddenly I was rising higher And I felt like I just made The biggest mistake

Let's put that boot to the pedal, aw, that pedal to the metal We ain't gotta settle for the same old sames It's called leaving for a reason, mistakes are made for making We don't know which hell we go Roads we've never taken Bucket seats, bucket lists

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Can we get much higher? So high Can we get much higher? You might think you've peeped the scene You haven't The real one is far to mean The wattered down, the one you know Was made up centuries ago