They say we're crazy. Doesn't matter if we've gone too far. Doesn't matter if it's all okay. Doesn't matter if it's not our day. It's who we are. What we are, Don't look clear, It's all uphill from here.

They tell me, they tell me, they tell me to put my gun away They tell me, they tell me, they tell me put my gun away They tell me to chill, they tell me I made it They wanna pull up, take me away I say they wanna pull up and take me away For the love of,

Where you're from it's a long way Oh my love it's a long way The magic in your eye bewitches all you gaze upon You stand up on your hill, behop all around you They wonder where you're from, oh yeah They wonder where I found you The golden light above you

Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, can't buy a thrill Well, I been up all night leanin' on the windowsill Well, if I die on top of the hill And if I don't make it, you know my baby will Don't the moon look good, mama, shinin' through the trees Don't the

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

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 Have you ever walked the lonesome hills And heard the

I will leave the light on Guiding like a lighthouse to a place where you'll be Safe to feel at grace 'cause we've all made mistakes If you've lost your way 'Cause if you look into the distance, there's a house upon the hill The second someone mentioned

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read

I made a bucket list, changed the B to an F I gave my give a damn the finger, so it got up and left I quit worrying about people's expectations And ordered up a six pack of chillaxification Maybe write it all down, and then blow it all off If you're a

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me I only call you when it's half past five The only time that I'll be by your side When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah The only time I'd ever call you mine When