I gotta find peace of mind I'm undone because You make my heart desire pure You make my heart desire pure, just tell me I've been busy, (busy busy) I've been fuckin' busy, I've been busy fuckin' I've been all kinds of busy, all sorta kinda busy Like

I want you I need you I gotta be near you I spent my money as I took my turn There once was a woman A strange kind of woman The kind that gets written down in history Her name was Nancy Her face was nothing fancy She left a trail of happiness and misery

But I ain't got no one sleepin' with me Maybe I love you Maybe I'm just kind of bored It is what it is And you ain't got nowhere that you need to be I think were thinking to hard To put on your shoes and get in your car

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alien nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation

Where will you go now? Is it true now? Killers done found this touch a long time ago Had to walks hours before I found this new kind of road Had to spend months inside a dark room with my candles blown But I came out with a light that blind at then end

I'm a monster, I'm a m-monster I'm one of a kind, got everybody in love And I don't have to try, I just do what I does Don't have to tell me, I already know They all want me Like you didn't know Some come and try to say I'm a problem

One of those nights I wanna hold on tight to a little of this The kinda night you don’t want to miss Time of our lives, Where do we go? We don’t know One of those nights we felt invincible And every glass was full, One of those nights, dancing in the

Weep not for roads untraveled Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Weep not for paths left lone 'Cause beyond every bend is a long blinding end It's the worst kind of pain I've known Give up your heart left broken And let that mistake pass on 'Cause the love that you

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to