Flying high in the friendly sky Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no Rest of the folks are tired and weary Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down. I go the place where danger awaits me And it's bound to forsake me. So stupid minded. I can't

"I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind" At night she's screamin' A little bit psycho Oh, she's sweet but a psycho Oh, she's hot but a psycho So left but she's right though

You'll miss me till the day you die Oh, whoa, whoa You must be blind if you can't see I'm sick and tired of the mess you made me You left me all alone, alone, alone, alone Never gonna catch me cry oh, whoa, whoa Oh, whoa, whoa, you must be blind if you

Hold the line, love isn't always on time, oh oh oh It's not in the way you look or the things that you say that you'll do It's not in the way you say you're mine, ooh It's not in the way that you came back to me It's not in the way that your love set me

What if nothing ever will change? Whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa, oh oh whoa Oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place I'm caught between your love and a hard place, oh I'm caught between your love and a hard place But I, I'd rather fight Than lose

When it's dark, we can stay in the light I'm naked, you've taken away my disguise I keep changing colors to keep her from letting me go, go, go I'm deep underwater, I see that it's starting to show, show, oh I'm naked, the sky is the ceiling tonight I

And I'll get over you I'll get over you You're haunting me, taunting me all in my brain Turn off the light and now all that remains Fills me with doubt And I'm shouting your name out loud Why do you wanna put me through the pain? I get the feeling I'll

She's a good girl She feels so good La la la la la la la la la la la (Oh yeah, woo) She's such a good girl She's got a family in Carolina So far away, but she says I remind her of home Feeling oh so far from home

Nothing can stop Uh huh, oh yeah From the bells of St Mary To the Count of Monte Cristo The sins of Memphisto Sally used to play with her hula hoops Now she tells her problems to therapy groups Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake Wondering if

The sound of the mortars The music of death Fresh from Moscow Over Volga came to comrades aid City in despair Almost crushed by the Führer's army Oh, it's colder than Hell Hitler's forces advancing A grand symphony