We're leaving together, But still it's farewell And maybe we'll come back, To earth, who can tell? I guess there is no one to blame We're leaving ground Will things ever be the same again? It's the final countdown, We're heading for Venus and still we

It's just a Choctaw County affair (Choctaw County affair) It's a Choctaw County affair Well, life's been kind of trippy down here in Mississippi Since Cassie O'Grady disappeared And me and my Bob Shaver been in all the newspapers Every day for naught on

Here you will forever dwell I welcome you to Hel Here hunger is your plate Here famine is your knife Welcome to my humble home Your soul is mine to keep There are no walls of rock and stone Yet no one ever leaves Yeah, those who die of age and plague

Eat the rich There's only one thing that they are good for Take one bite now - come back for more I gotta get this off my chest Take one bite now - spit out the rest Well I woke up this morning On the wrong side of the bed And how I got to thinkin' About

Oh well (say) I don't suppose you have a moment to spare me Do you? Do you? I have the suspicion you're not being yourself Remember I told you, I need you Remember the spark that was there All of the words that I'm saying Are just a fancy way of saying

See a man don't have to die to go to hell Well he yelled out from the back row look here preacher man We all know you're new here but you need to understand It don't really scare us when you yell and shake your fist You see we already know that hell

I don't care for your paranoid I don't care for your careless I heard we're changing lanes "Me first, gimme gimme" appetite at all Well, I heard the blinker's on I heard he likes to race I heard there's six or seven words he likes to use Are always in

Hallelujah, Hallelujah It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Well I heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and

It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well I walked through the door with you, the air was cold, But something 'bout it felt like home somehow and I Left my scarf there at your sister's house, And you still got it in your drawer even now. Oh,

La, la, la, la We'll thank this small hotel With a wishing well I wish that we were there One room bright and neat Complete for us to share Looking through the window You can see a distant steeple