Who will save your soul and love me here. And I find my place So well let down your guard So when it get's too late When it get's too far Know this is a universal truth People let me down. So reach out for the things that you can use Buried in the ground

I'll see you, I, I, I, I, I I made this world for you, People look cold like the freezin' rain, All truth be told, we don't see the same. People look cold, like the freezin' rain, Like the freezin' rain, my son died in vain. I made this world for you. I

Kiss me like you're loving only me tonight Make me feel like it ain't over Go a little slower, baby, one last time It ain't the truth's gonna set me free Come on, come on, lie with me Lie with me, hold me like you need it Lie with me, hold me like you

You're to blame And I'm going all the way And be my slave to the grave Say, it'll make you insane And I'm bending the truth For all the life that you'll lose And you watch this space I'm the priest god never paid Take, take all you need

Sha la la la Last night I lay in bed so blue 'Cause I realized the truth, they can't love me like you Baby they ain't got a clue, can't love me like you They try to romance me But you got that nasty And that's what I want (that's what I want) So baby,

Never mind all the things you heard about me You're never gonna understand it Every time that I've given you the truth It's never made a bit of difference Disappointment takes you Then the doubt, it breaks you It's enough to make you cry Always looking

This is not for you Restless soul, enjoy your youth Like Muhammad hits the truth Can't escape from the common rule If you hate something, don't you do it, too Small my table, sits just two Got so crowded, I can't make room Oh, where did they come from?

On and on, reckless abandon Something's wrong This is gonna shock them Nothing to hold on to We'll use this song To lead you on And break the truth With more bad news We left a scar

Oh I like you too and to tell you the truth That wasn't my chair after all. Well excuse me, but I think you've got my chair, No that one's not taken, I don't mind if you sit here, I'll be glad to share. Yea it's usually, packed here on Friday nights, Oh

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky