How did you love, how did you love? No one gets out alive, every day is do or die The one thing you leave behind Is how did you love, how did you love? It's not what you believe those prayers will make you bleed But while you're on your knees This ain't

Fly away on my zephyr We'll find a place together I feel it more than ever And in this perfect weather Take a look It's on display for you Coming down No, not today In the water where I center my emotion

Big Jack, Big Jack, The steam is a burning, Workin' up and down the line, The pot is getting ready, He's been working it so hard, When it comes to lovin', Big jack is on his way, Wink of satisfaction,

First you love me, then you get on down the line I'll be there if you want me to No one else that could ever do Got to get some peace in my mind Monday morning you sure look fine Friday I got travelin' on my mind But you know it's true But I don't mind,

We live the life we love We love the life we live Lets all get down Techno heartbeat Fuck your rules who are you to tell me What I can and can't do? Fuck you bitch you just wanna be me Fuck your rules fuck fuck your rules Lets all get

Every time I see you I can't look away and I can't pass through You're like an early morning Monday Bringing me down messing with my mood I'd love to say I could hold myself together But I can't help but come unglued You're like a wreck out on the

Born on the bayou Born on the bayou. Chasin' down a hoodoo there. Now when I was just a little boy standin' to my Daddy's knee My Poppa said son don't let the man get you do what he done to me 'Cause he'll get you 'cause he'll get you now now. I can

Feel like throwin' in the towel, don't be a fool Below the belt That's how it'll always be Hold your head up high, look 'em in the eye Never say die Ow get up, get up and make it work They're out to knock you out n' put you down for the count Hey, watch

I sing the body electric Sing the body electric I sing the body electric, baby Grand Ole Opry, feelin' alright I'm on fire We get down every Friday night Dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind Elvis is my

He gets up real early on his mornin' drive Down to the office for his nine to five He drives a '94, two-tone, economy car He loves to tell the local bands down at the bar that he's the critic Yeah, I can hook you up, I know everybody, in the business He