Let's throw a little after party A candle on the tailgate A sky full of moon and a million crazy little things to do Baby, just me and you Baby, I can't wait to get this thing started Somebody blew out the speakers when the kick went Bonfires burn down

We will fight the heathens, we will fight the heathens Of war, we don't speak anymore, Dark is the light, The man you fight, With all your prayers, incantations, Running away, a trivial day, Of judgment and deliverance, To whom was sold, this bounty

Shhh quiet might piss somebody off I've had enough It's time for something real I don't respect the words you're speaking Gone too far Self-righteousness is wearing thin Heart bleeds but not for fellow men Like me motherfucker you've been at it for too

Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, don't change a hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little valentine My funny valentine Sweet, comic valentine

And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one From the altar to the grave Trying to find a way, getting better every day And only savior of masochists It's the last days of our life and faith, amen Well, it's the dead end, slave One

(Move your body, move your, move your body) Won’t you let me be your rhythm tonight? I wanna be your muse, use my music And let me be your rhythm tonight Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh Poetry in your body Your body’s poetry, speak to me Your body’s poetry

I went through the fire Flames made me pure Fears were fishing for a confession I ain't bite the lord Took a tour of the country In a federal van The light overcame the darkness In the devilish land Knowing that the change must come but Sam Cook seems

You have no right to speak to me so kind Separate lives You called me from the room in your hotel All full of romance for someone that you met And telling me how sorry you were, leaving so soon And that you miss me sometimes when you're alone in your

We'll put the speakers in the window and we'll go On the roof and listen to the miracles Echo to the alley down below There's a soul in the city Bring over some of you old Motown records Bring over some of your old Motown records Let's dance together

Yeah you cooked his dinners You raised his children Still he's not satisfied He says "I'd rather switch with you You don't know how hard it is To work from 9 to 5" But he speaks with his eyes closed And even though you're not all alone He's never there