Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something It feels like somebody put something I can't think Somebody Put Something In My Drink Another night out on the street Stopping for my usual seat Oh, bartender, please

Gal move, what you waiting for Wan fi see ten ton of phat gal on the dance floor Breakout, breakout (Bruk wine) breakout, breakout Do you thing cause you know you secure, Gal just bruk out cause you hard to the core, Gal just bruk out cause you hard to

Go down you Blood Red Roses Go down you pinks and posies Sailing out of Boston one hundred days at sea On the good ship Bonadventure, a'whaling men are we We set sail for the Cape Horn, where the seas are cold as ice The wind will bite right through you

Everything shines, Hey, come this May, We'll be running in the sun again, your time will come. You're just a young broken heart. Been out sleepin' in the yard, how could you be so dumb? All we losers stand in line just waiting for our time. Broken angel

Kiss the ski-i-i-i-i-i-ies, the sky Kiss the sky-y-y-y-y-y-y See I've been searchin' for somethin' out there When is it comin'? Tell me What to tell myself When I drink so much that it hurts my health 'Cause I stay up way too late And I owe a million

All I wanna do is end up with you (ooh, ooh) End up with you, end up with you Lovin' in the back seat to the radio Wouldn't be the worst scenario 'Cause all I wanna do is end up with you Get home and we're locked out Middle of the backyard laying down

All I wanna do is get at your love like I see baby Eat at your heart like the drums on my beat baby You and me we gonna travel like a visa And I ain't worried 'bout what I'm spendin' either Yeah once again there's some what's in the pen Sean hear ya boy

Have no reason to doubt it Someday will we know all about it If time has no end and if time has no end A billion years a trillion years what then is infinity A circle an eternal loop It can drive you crazy searching for the truth Before we were babies

Too late there's no escape Down they fly From out of the sky Feel the radiation burn! In 1945 the year it came to be Their fate decided Many miles across the sea They told them not to fear They couldn't be prepared.

Well I know, I know, I know History recalls how great the fall can be While everybody's sleeping, the boats put out to sea Borne on the wings of time It seemed the answers were so easy to find "To late," the prophets (profits) cry The island's sinking,