Mother fucker it's a perfect crime Kickin' back in the shadows Got no need for the light Who's sorry now old timer Look at how you've spent your life Scroungin' for change To put some money in your pocket My how scratch does burn Laughin' at the fuckers

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down If you can hold on Yeah, you know you got to help me out You know you got to help me out You're gonna bring yourself down Is there room

But I'm not close to perfect I'm not close to sane I'm not the one to worship And I'm not the one to blame But you made up your mind And put me on your stage Just take it all back I'm not the king of anything Can't take another second of this hell

With the fire that you started in me I'll sit and watch your car burn But you never came back to ask it out But I'll never let you back to put it out Go ahead and watch my heart burn Lips meet teeth and tongue My heart skips eight beats at once If we

I been drifting along In the same stale shoes In the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation Loose ends tying a noose When I wake up Someone will

So go ahead and chase her Yeah, boy, you're nothing but a chaser And it cuts me like a razor You can follow her tracks, you can try to win her back Put the miles on your tires 'til you run out of gas I'm done letting you be my heartbreaker You're looking

Open your eyes I'm all a disguise (So good) I'm gonna find some trouble, trouble I'm gonna make some trouble (so good) Never gonna put a spell on me Never ever gonna bring me back Never gonna make me be Tell the people

Put a little tickle on the Jones' head Turn off the lights and go to bed I'll be down, when you're gone Call me back on the telephone Lil ole, lil ole, lil ole name and a title I gets all the way down If I don't keep smilin' witchall You gonna see me

In the back dry in the night Put it there, get the money (watch me now) In the back of a Volvo car Pay up, sign up, LA You're my DC oh Lee, oh You're my DC oh Anna, oh

Fly closer to heaven and far from hell Fly so put your wings up, put your wings up Mother said don't pack your bags We ain't got no time for that I saw signs on the video I saw signs looking back but you never know Said the sharp bulbs long lines The