This is the world that we live in Well maybe I was mistaken Bless your body, bless your soul This is world that we live in I feel myself get tired I heard a rumor that you quit this day and age Pray for peace and self control I gotta believe it's worth

'Cause if you don't then you's a dead man Oh, 'cause if you don't then you's a dead man Oh, just tell the reaper take my soul away Promise to keep up these people head, man You gotta get this fuckin' bread, man You gotta use your fuckin' head, man Steady

When you love (when you love) With all your heart and soul, it's so hard to let it go When you love someone like that, when you give what you can't take back When you love someone like that, when you love someone like that You're alright (I'm alright)

On a flying buttress with stony feet? Redeem you, reclaim you, Our Lady of Pigalle Can I buy you something, can I stroke your hair, Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere? You're a young nobody, you're a perfect soul, You're an empty altar that can

They've tied your hands and tied your feet And the street is narrow It's a dead end street The nowhere lane, the nowhere train for Elaine, Elaine, Elaine You're like a goldfish in a bowl, Elaine, Elaine, Elaine They have your mind, they'll take your soul

Take my hand We're off to never-never land Exit, light Enter, night Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I die before I wake

I pray to the Lord, my soul to take Before I wake My soul to take, my soul to take, my soul to take Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin' your mind Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designed Took my time, crept from behind And I opened

Don't give 'em too much you Don't let 'em take control This one thing you do Don't let 'em taint your soul If you believe in God One things for sure If you ain't aim too high Then you aim too low The real is back, the ville is back

Four on the floor Feel the beat in your soul Moving to the rhythm Pumping til ya cant take no more We got the horses moving We got the woofers grooving We got the Waylon wailing Everybody's head is bobbin I got the muffler flowing

It just gets all the way to me It ain't like smoke gets in your clothes Naw, it cuts through my skin and digs in way down deep Soaks in like rain Burns like a flame Takes ahold of my soul underneath Something 'bout George Jones on the headphones Truth