The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up Found my coat

It's a gallon of gas, or a cold six pack One goes in my tank, one comes in a sack But I'll do a lot of walkin' if my motor don't run Makes life complicated when it costs the same Hell it ain't no fun, to do without one It's a tough ol' choice to make if

If you wanna be with me I'm a genie in a bottle baby Baby there's a price to pay You gotta rub me the right way I can make your wish come true Gotta rub me the right way honey And I'll be with you Baby, baby, baby (Baby baby baby) Ooh, my body's sayin'

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight Before the bleeding sun comes alive Here's hoping we collide I want to make the best of what is left hold tight Eyes make their peace in difficulties with wounded lips and salted cheeks. And finally we step to leave

I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line I come up hard baby, but that's okay 'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way I come

Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

But you try, don't you? You try, don't you? Just wanna die, don't you, when she runs? You can't make a woman sleep alone You can't tell her nothing she don't know Take a year and go back home Where the wind comes sweeping through the plains You ain't

Start again in the month of May Come on and blow the wires away And around and around and around and around Gonna make a record in the month of May But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight One, two, three, four In the month of May, in

I'm a wandering stranger And I love you And you love me Someday we can make it together Just you and me, oh just you and me Lost all alone I'm a million miles away I know you're waiting for To come home again

On day we’ll be free at last But one day we’ll be free at last Spread your wings and fly away Freedom come my way (Yeah) Long rifle and hand grenade The system make people ‘fraid Sufferation from Africa to India