Walk the Plank! With your life, you'll pay the price Boots of lead, your blood runs red Time to die, your end is nigh Descend into the black and don't come back The time for execution, a harrowing display For treachery upon the seas has taken place this

Help me, ah So help me (cravin') I'm on the sidewalk (you got me cravin') I'm fallin' over (you got me cravin') Everybody, feel the pain Rockin' back and forth (you got me holdin' my hand) Rockin' back and forth (so I'm here waitin' for you, girl) Oh,

How could I break away from you? Something good will come out of this I lay awake at night envisioning A trace from the past This heavy heart of mine, it never fails To bring me right back Now I see us walking down cedar lane Slowing, the sunshine passed

Back to love, yeah Till we can walk again Until we're strong enough to jump Then we'll fly Until there is no wind Everybody see's it's you So lets crawl, crawl, crawl So we'll crawl (if we crawl)

All, all we, all, all, always never tell her It's the same old story in this tug of war We go back and forth, we go back and forth But it ain't good for me, what we do this for? We go back and forth, walk through this road Oh, whoa (we go back and forth,

This is not the world we had in mind But we got time We are stuck on it so we can thrive But we can turn it And even though we might have lost tonight The skyline reminds us of a different time Take me back Back to the mountainside

Walk this way! Talk this way! She told me to When she told me how to walk this way Now there's a backseat lover That's always undercover And I talk til my daddy say Said you ain't seen nuthin' Til you're down on her muffin

Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives If you see me, please just walk on by, walk on by Forget my name and I'll forget it too Always keep me coming back to you Deep inside these burning buildings Voices die to be heard Years we spent

It's too bad it's too bad It's too bad we had no time to rewind Let's walk, let's talk Too late, so wrong, so long It's too late, so wrong, so long Father's hands are lined with dirt From long days in the field Mother's hands are serving meals

See me walking with a limp, that's my gun walk I'm strapped up, nigga fuck a gun law I don't do no arguin', I let the gun talk That's my gun walk, nigga that's my gun walk And it's no talkin' back when my gun talk Uh, fuck that nigga, ho ass nigga Leave