It's a brand new day (Don't you see me) Changing on my way (So completely) And I'm feelin' good This time I'm gonna show you that I got the spirit This time I'm a sing and your gonna hear it This time I'm gonna show you I got the spirit

What you don't know sure can hurt you What you can't see makes you scream What you don't have is what you dream Good evening! hahahahaha! Welcome to our show! If you've got that problem, yeah Well I think that you should know This ain't the same old

I'm shoutin' from the rooftop, baby Come pick me up, come pick me up You cut so deep, cut so deep You made me a believer Tell me, will you come and save me? Fire the shots and I need to know Pick me up and show me home All my senses just need to know Why

This is how we roll out here We’re packin' heat cause it’s cold out here Hold your own, don’t show no fear Oh you’re gonna lose your soul out here This is how we roll Hollywood where the fuck you at? 'Cause this is how we roll Nightfall and the day

'Cause now I'm living on blues power. Bet you didn't think I knew how to rock 'n' roll. Oh, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul. There ain't no need for me to be a wallflower, I knew all the time but now I'm gonna let you know: I'm gonna

You face me in silence and hope is in your eyes Unspoken yet pleading you wait for my reply Alone now I tremble in want of your embrace Let not tears fall for me, let me show the way Don't know why you have such belief in m To justify this I'd try

Show me the way To get to Soulville, baby Show me the way to go home That's where I belong Oh, yeah (oh, yeah) Right on down to Soulville I'm gonna eat soul food It'll make you quick Over the candlestick

Darling open your eyes Let me show you the light You may never find a love that's right Let me show you light I see you in the lonely place How can you be so blind You still regretting the love you left, left behind Oh darling, I seen you go through the

California, rest in peace Simultaneous release California, show your teeth She's my priestess I'm your priest Yeah, yeah, yeah Getting born in the state of Mississippi Her papa was a copper, and her mama was a hippy In Alabama she will swing a hammer

To show you all something someday Just a face in the crowd To the wind you’re a toy Just a drunk Irish boy I’ll be back around Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl In Scollay Square after the war And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I