Shot down in flames To be shot down in flames Ain't it a shame (Yow! One, two) Out on the town, looking for a woman Gonna give me good love Anybody want to hand off me And give me plenty of She was standing alone over by the jukebox

(I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no, oh I shot the sheriff, but I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, all around in my home town They're tryin' to track me down They say they want to bring me in guilty For the killing of a

And I know what's on your mind God knows I put it there But if I took it back Well you'd be nowhere You'd be nowhere again In my cold arms Weekend wreckers take the streets With abandon in their eyes But in our bedroom we're bloodshot and beat

Take a shot for me, ooh A shot for me Take a shot for me I can see it in your eyes, you're angry Regret got shit on what you're feeling now Mad 'cause he ain't like me Oh you mad 'cause nobody ever did it like me All the care I would take, all the love

Bottles on bottles, free shots for everybody Got enough for everybody, we crankin' up the volume Turn the music up louder, get loose and move your body Get loose and move your body, we crankin' up the volume Safe sex, and paychecks Don't stop 'til you

It ain't you, it's me But it ain't you that's been going through hell It ain't you with a heart for sale It ain't you riding 'round this town With a ghost in the shotgun seat It ain't you that still misses it all You ain't the one that can't move on,

Well they closed down the auto plant in Mahwah late that month Ralph went out lookin' for a job but he couldn't find none He came home too drunk from mixin'Tanqueray and wine He got a gun shot a night clerk now they call'm Johnny 99 Down in the part of

(Don't shoot shotgun) You got me bitin' my lip You're shootin' straight from the hip Run for cover, she's so dangerous Undercover, she's so shameless Run, run for cover Don't shoot, shoot She's so dangerous (shotgun, gun) Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right

Thank you girl from Broken Bow who shot an arrow through my heart Thank you mama for the roll and Thank you daddy for the rock Most of all, most of all Thank you uncle Dean for teaching me La Bamba on guitar Every no I ever heard Sure feel good to laugh

We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive And here we go again why'all callin in reinforcements The Mobb come through, stop up the shit P'll come through and shot up your vest Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh?