At the night show Don't you let out that antidote Poppin' pills is all we know In the hills is all we know (Hollywood!) It's lowkey at the night show Anything can happen at the night show Don't you open up that window Don't go through the front door

Way up on Bear Creek, watching the sun go down Well, it makes me feel like I'm on my last go 'round If you stay up on Bear Creek, you'll get like Jesse James I'm going high, high, up on some lonesome hill Well, the water up on Bear Creek, tastes like

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright "To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight Have

Just say you will, will, will Come through and chill, chill, chill Pick up the phone, show me it was real I wanna, all night (say it) I'm talkin' late-night for you Let me lay a great time on you I wanna, all night (uh-huh, uh-huh) I wanna, all night

She's working on a tan Working on a tan Soaking up the sun Getting next to nothing done Chilling in a chair Flower in her hair Margarita in her hand She's sitting in the sand, She's got the focus

Meet me tonight in Atlantic City But maybe everything that dies someday comes back And meet me tonight in Atlantic City Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready For

Unwind, unwind, unwind it When life gets too tight it's time to unwind it Kick back on the front porch with a cold one in my hand I've had my nose on that work-a-day grindstone Gonna get my chill on tonight and I've been wound up too tight, I've been

Somebody's shouting Up at a mountain Only my own words return Nobody's up there It's a deception I'm alone here With emptiness eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And whispering pictures of home

Make a dent in the shovel Run the mud through the sieve Paste your hopes on a wind mill blade And plant it up on the hill. A pencil sharpened with a putty knife A pretty girl as a pretty nun Maybe you wake and think this is great I just want somewhere to

Yeah-yeah-eah-eah For real though, it's so wild now This crazy yeah Woke up in the hills this morning Asking myself, how did I get here this morning? Vante Parker in that teal and orange And Russell in that gold and purple Youngest from the Ville,