But even though I am lost all the time I've got hooks in my sides that you left there But you're not the same, you died along the way Now we're ghosts and we're praying for winter One, two, three; one, two, three... Well, I left my home on hollow bones

I'm too tired to try Let's not be afraid of our reflections It's not only you you're looking at now Gave me directions but it's all the same, oh no Let's not get ahead of ourselves now There's no need for raid it's our own parade Ooh you're looking at

When it's your time to go Don't matter where you've been So we might as well say What's on our minds 'Cause there's no waiting, no We came out of the cinema We were rubbing our eyes Our mouths were dry from the sugar and the popcorn And we felt a little

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

You ain't never run off with a hustler in your life, huh? I'm from 1800, I'm a hot boy, but I'm iced up Ugly corner where we smile with you and we don't like you Just hopped off the plane I just got out about a day ago Everybody love me, when they see me

Ooh, then I suddenly see you Ooh, did I tell you I need you I was alone, I took a ride I didn't know what I would find there Another road where maybe I Could see another kind of mind there Every single day of my life Got to get you into my life You

'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

(I'm gonna getcha) (Yeah, you can betcha) So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun There's no need to be alone when you find that someone I'm gonna getcha; it's a matter of fact I'm gonna getcha, don'tcha worry 'bout that You can bet your bottom

Dreaming of screaming Someone kick me out of my mind We're the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water You, you went beyond and you lost it all Why did you go there From (For treated indigenously, digenously) (Human right is private blue

Johnny you're too bad Now you're lootin' now you're shootin' Boy you're too bad One of these days when you hear a voice say come Where you gonna run to? There will be no rock Walking down the road with a pistol in your waist Walking down the road with a