On and on, reckless abandon Something's wrong This is gonna shock them Nothing to hold on to We'll use this song To lead you on And break the truth With more bad news We left a scar

And I'm never lookin' back I said all I need to see I don't want no more Walkin' blow walkin' slowly One thing make it all right Try to forget you like I said you Wanna tell this Rollin' walkin' walkin' slowly

Oh Lord, oh Lord Oh Lord, oh Lord, do You see us down here? Sometimes I look up to the sky When I die, put my ashes in the trash bag I don't care where they go Don't waste your money on my gravestone I'm more concerned about my soul Everybody's gon' die

I know you don't work here anymore, I know you don't work here anymore I think I'd love to die alone But you don't work here anymore And they might fill your place A temporary stand-in for your face This happens all the time And I can't help but think

Posted at the corner store, posted at the corner store Corner store, 2 AM Got some mango Hi-Chews, a bag of chips Rollin' through the city and we hide behind the tints In the Benz-o, got the Swisher out the window, then we dip Okay, 2 AM, I'm posted (I'm

I can walk into a room without you I just don't know how to love without you Every friend has got a friend in mind 'Cause I've had more than a little time And I don't get drunk and talk about you So I guess I've learned to live without you So it's on

It's sad, so sad It's a sad, sad situation And it's getting more and more absurd Why can't we talk it over Oh it seems to me That sorry seems to be the hardest word What have I gotta do What have I gotta do to make you love me? What have I gotta do to

Now there's more to do than watch my sailboat glide But every day can be a magic carpet ride A little bit of courage is all we lack So catch me if you can, I'm goin' back I think I'm goin' back To the things I learned so well in my youth I think I'm

Rock my world little country girl Drag me out on the floor Dance with me 'till I can't dance anymore One-step, two-step, get in a line I gotta find a way to make you mine She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood And two big speakers blasting

That's why God made Mexico And that's why God made Mexico A place where we can lay low Margie said Roy you ain't listening to me And I got a whole lot more to say Roy just crossed the floor and picked up his car keys She ain't seen nor heard from him to