In Cabo, Cabo San Lucas Girl the last time you saw me I wasn't this cool And I'm hangin' out in Mexico down by the pool If I send you a ticket would you fly in? I'd sure like to see you we could hook up again I know it sounds crazy, but I bought a guitar

Home at last Oh Angela it's a long time coming They raise you up just to cut you down When you left this town, with your windows down And the wilderness inside Let the exits pass, all the tar and glass 'Til the road and sky align The strangers in this

Here comes the knockout I'm throwing down My time is right now (Ayy ayy ayy) Turning your lights out Until the last round Go start a fire, go start a fight No regrets, this is your life Sticking out my chin

Forget the past. We've saved the best for last. But this time, we win. Our ship has just come in. Tonight entwined. This love is genuine. Now that we are older, Our hearts have all grown up. Just a little wiser,

We were so under the brine I won't be vacant anymore I won't be waitin' anymore Oh, but your love is such a swamp This is the last time Oh, when I lift you up You feel like a hundred times yourself I wish everybody knew

The last head falls to the ground No one is left alive They thought that they could take me down But it's not my time to die I wipe the blood from my sword And slide it in my belt This is the sweetest of rewards The best rush I have felt Ten men are dead

I am your leader, yes I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big dick Uh look sucker, this my gun butter Street fighter bitches, this the up cutter Nun-chucker, no time to ducka' Sign of the cross 'cause this is her last suppa' Play with me,

The blade of my knife Faced away from your heart Those last few nights It turned and sliced you apart This love that I tell Now feels lonely as hell From this padded prison cell So many times I said You'd only be mine

Just thinking about all our good times together And I wish it could last forever and ever And we roll back home This is our last song I'm bout to spring breakdown And just thinking bout how It's been a real good run Playing out here in the sun, year

In this thirty five mile an hour town Mama locked the door last night For the first time in all of her years I said mama you gotta be kidding me She said things ain’t like they used to be round here You just wouldn’t believe it Kids growing up without