For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

Only a woman She ain't that kind of girl Only a girl Upon our skin so bad Well you walked in You walked in real late You ... and you talked about How changed the stone and the Brooklyn gate Takes me back to that first time

'Cause I worry about you the whole night If you're home I just hope that you're sober Is it time to let go now you're older? Don't leave me this way, I won't sleep 'til you're safe inside Don't repeat my mistakes, I won't sleep 'til you're safe inside

Because it's just a matter of time Before your confidence will win out Keep the faith, baby, yea Just keep your eyes on the prize To get your dreams up off the ground But you got to keep the faith Don't let nobody take you down, brother And your feet

(Never want to See you around) The only solution Watch them all fall down The armed response Of an entire nation We've taken all your shit Now it's time for restitution

They'll take me out at dawn and I will die There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye Oh, Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger With all my love I'll place this wedding ring upon your finger As we gather in the

Say you'll never let me go Deep in my bones I can feel you Take me back to a time when we knew We could waste the night with an old film Smoke a little weed on the couch in the backroom Take it slow but it's not typical

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la We should be on by now Take your time Time, he's waiting in the wings He speaks of senseless things His script is you and me, boys Time, he flexes like a whore Falls wanking to the floor His trick is you and me, boy

Say you'll never let me go Deep in my bones I can feel you Take me back to a time when we knew We could waste the night with an old film Smoke a little weed on the couch in the backroom Take it slow but it's not typical

I am not throwing away my shot Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy and hungry And I’m not throwing away my shot When are these colonies gonna rise up? And I am not throwing away my shot We’re gonna rise up (time to take a shot) I’ma get a