Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, They gave him ten for two Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free In the stir for breathing air What else can the judges do? It ain't fair, John Sinclair Won't you care for John Sinclair? Let him be, set him free Let him be like you

I never, never, never Want to be in love with anyone but you Then I love you For whatever you do For whatever you do Then I hate you I'd like to run away from you But if I were to leave you I would die

Hey hey hey, yeah now Got to, got to have it Respect is what I need Give us, give us, give us, give us What you want, honey, you got it And what you need, baby, you've got it All I'm asking For a little respect when I come home, hey now Do me wrong,

This kid's not alright You can follow them to hell This kid's not alright (you can follow them to hell) But this kid's not alright (I still don't know what I'm doing) Troubles coming for the freeman We shake them shaken with the free hand So stand tall,

All those you've loved All those who've died In darkness we'll rest All we have left is what lives in our minds I know their spirits are up in the sky Count the days down to one last breath So forgive what you can't forget So open your eyes Open your

Why we always at war? What am I here for? 'Cause you know I really don't wanna be in the way Just wanna make you feel safe Let, let, let (let me in) Let, let (let me in) I don't know if it's worth it I'm walking on edge Barely scratching the surface

Just to make things right So don't go away, say what you say But say that you'll stay Forever and a day in the time of my life 'Cause I need more time, yes, I need more time With all the things caught in my mind And I want to be there when you're Coming

If crazy is a place, then I hope they've got space for two She might be my cocaine She might be my rehab And I know it's messed up but I can't get enough of you It don't matter what we say It don't matter all the things we do And I ain't tryna OD But if

I like the way you look tonight That's the way you look tonight No blood in your vein, what does it mean ? Trashy art everywhere, on the screen Slow motion aftertaste, I've had foresight Free union rider in the sun Here comes the lord of audio

Crawl out of my head and fall into my bed She’s a bad mamajama And she don’t make time and All the men wanna have her But they know she’s mine And she's down for whatever Can you read my mind and then just Baby I’m savin it all for you