I'd be home with you And they'd find us in a week After the insects have made their claim We lay here for years or for hours So long we become the flowers After the foxes have known our taste They'd find us in a week (Lay here for years or for hours) I

If I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket launcher Here comes the helicopter, second time today Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away How many kids they've murdered only God can say, hey If I had a rocket launcher, I'd make somebody pay I don't

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

Slow cheetah come Looks like it's on today Before my forest It's so euphoric No matter what they say Waking up dead inside of my head Will never never do there is no med No medicine to take I've had a chance to be insane

All the youngins in my hood popping percs now Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now You gotta tell 'em put them guns and the percs down Them new jails got ten yards in 'em and that's your first down, uh And I ain't come here to preach I just

I think that she knows Those flashing lights come from everywhere She's got me love stoned The way they hit her I have to stop and stare Man, I swear she's bad, and she knows The way they hit her I just stop and stare I think that she knows, think that

Precious love My precious love Can only come Is born a kiss Will only come And there you wish away And with the least they met

Always gettin' in trouble And leaving little girls who hate to see me go 'Cuz I'm bad news, everywhere I go Ha ha ha come on bad news ha ha Well bad news travels like wildfire, good news travels slow They call me Ol' Wildfire, 'cuz everybody knows That

I know where to aim, hell, I’m to blame No, they don’t make guys like me, you get exactly what you see I come from a long line of bloodline that ain’t gonna change So, take your pistol pointing finger right off of the trigger If it ain’t broke, you can

If the sea was whiskey and I was a diving duck With a matchbox on my clothes They don't make me drunk I'd dive to the bottom and I don't know if I'd come up Well, I'm just here wondering Yes, I'm just here wondering You know if things don't get no better