We've had our problems but I'm on your side And I want you back You know, you can run, and you can hide We had a life, we had a love But you don't know what you've got 'til you lose it Well that was then and this is now How many times do I have to say

If you don't come we'll never know You stand off in the back You jump onto the bus And ride around with all of us And light it up 'til we burn it down Crowds that scream at superstars Where bouncers show their battle scars I've been the first to sign on

From the coming dawn, That seeks to drown us in the flames But if we sell our soul, For the chance of gold, Then we'll rue each passing day! Come on lets Save our lives, The city grieves, like widows clasping Folded flags against their hearts

With plenty of money and you. It's the root of all evil, Of strife and upheaval. But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny Well, baby, what I couldn't do In spite of the worry that money brings. Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things.

But my feet is California bound Wants to leave this Georgia Town Well, my heads in Georgia Cause that good lookin' woman I've got And wreck them automobiles And that lonesome ol' highway Well my heads in Georgia Well, we ride them ol' freight trains

Girl, you're gonna hurt somebody Make somebody bleed Yeah, you're gonna hurt somebody God, I hope it's me And God, I hope it's me Well, you ain't that old but you ain't that young You've lived a life but you ain't quite done All eyes on you everywhere

Your wishing well You find that life's not always what it seems, no no I'll give you a star So you know just where you are Love isn't money, it's not something you buy Throw me a penny and I'll make you a dream Then think of a rainbow and I'll make it

Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard The bigger the bill, the harder you ball Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long The quicker you here, the faster you go That's why where I come from the only thing we know is Work, work, work, work, work,

Take it easy, take it easy I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me Well I'm a-runnin' down the road try'n to loosen my load I've got seven women on my mind Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me One says she's a friend of mine Don't

We're gonna have a house party Turn your TV off, break that boom-box out We'll wake up all the neighbours 'til the whole block hates us And the cops will show up and try to shut us down If you're gonna be a homebody If you wanna be a homebody You ain't