Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

When you knocked upon my door Down by the highway side Early this morning Early this morning, ooh And I said "hello Satan I believe it's time to go" Me and the Devil Was walkin' side-by-side Me and the Devil, ooh

We gotta stand for something Start running, running, it's the rapture Coming, they're gonna catch ya We give it all or nothing, we've gotta stand for something 'Cause it’s the rapture, oh, oh, oh Tonight I'm the last man standing Threw a wish down the

I wanna thank the band, whoever they Were for playing our song And all the stars up there for getting in line And shining down on That boardwalk you and I strolled down Light's dancing on the water from the merry-go-round We made a lot of memories, ain't

Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber, send him down to the depths below Make that bastard walk the plank with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho Drag him underneath the ship A terrifying deadly trip We'll tie that scoundrel to a rope And throw him overboard My

Downtown’s dead without you Girls walk by and friends say hi Then Friday night it might as well be just another Tuesday night without you As long as you’re still in my head There ain’t a way that I can paint a ghost town red Downtown’s dead, downtown’s

Where we can be together, I promise you I will wait till then in Heaven, I promise you I promise, I promise And when we walk down the street The wind sings our name in rebel songs But it's much to late when the fear is gone I will meet you in the next

I'll be fine I'll be fine, fine, fine If it just ain't right, and it's time to say goodbye Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine 'Cause when it all falls down, then whatever When it don't work out for the better When it all falls down, when it all falls down

Heaven light a way for a fallen Let me ease the pain from my mother But he feels the deception in his head Down by the lake of Mississippi A boy was born poor and abandoned And as he walk you could hear him yearning For a home and he prays And by the

Somebody in the next car Somebody on the morning train Somebody in the coffee shop that you walk right by everyday Somebody that you look at but never really see Somewhere out there is somebody At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk When she