Where I held your body close for so long, so long I'll take a chainsaw to the sofa I'm gonna break all of the china 'Cause it's just one more reminder you're gone, you're gone We were building brick by brick Now it's just a quicksand home, yeah So I'll

Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan And the people say And the creeper was a creepin' and the souls they were hollerin' singin' Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye How how how how how Floyd was a trapper way

Can you see me my love? Up there above when you were dying I was dying too, look for meaning in song But the meaning was gone 'cause I was crying I'll be there with you Right along with you if the heavens may break I hope for our sake that if they ever

It ain't nothing like lovin' you Shawty, you been on my mind for so long That I ain't gone waste no time now that we're all alone That I'ma treat your body right from head to toe 'Cause it ain't nothing like lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you It ain't

We're too proud of What about is gone And it really Won't be so long Sometimes it feels Like a heart Is no place To be singin'

They were the best of times, they were the best of times Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned Remember your youth, in all that you do The plank and the passion It's the false side of hope where

Get your party on Hold on tight It's a crazy night And were screaming It won't be long Till the summers gone Now were singin' Get you party on

We've gone way too fast for way too long Forgot what I was losing my mind about I only wrote this down to make you press rewind And send a message, "I was young and a menace" Young, young, young and a menace And we were never supposed to make it half

Overwhelming power Keep on burning, change There's a river of time Let us worship this god of destruction On nothing we can rely All is gone, belong to the past You should learn by the time Everything changing over and over We're all falling so fast Keep

These Mexican minutes get longer and longer We're down to the worm in the bottle The chips and the salsa are gone Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico" We're two days south of the border Feeling too good to care why As the days goes by Up in the city