Who am I to tell me who I am? Let's take it back and take in every moment Who are we to wonder where we're going? But who are we to wonder where we're going? I had my first crush in season two She passed me notes and filled our hands with glue And in my

Whoa oh, we're so miserable and stunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning Whoa oh, love songs for the genuinely cunning, whoa-oh We take sour sips from life's lush lips And we shake, shake, shake the hips in relationships Stomp out this

He’s the shining in the light Without whom I cannot see Insurrection, he is spite He’s the force that made me be Nostro Dispater Nostr'Alma Mater We're standing here by the abyss

Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry And there's moonshine in the trunk Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off

You were my one, you were my one Time goes by and still I'm stuck on you, ooh, you, ooh (whoa oh) Time goes by and still I'm stuck on you When all has been said, all has been done Now I am left reaching above me, oh, oh Well, time goes by and still I'm

Beer before liquor, yeah you've never been sicker Just down home boys staying up all night Cops were pretty quick, yeah, but we were always quicker Burning up the road 'til the tank ran dry Whoa, yeah, whoa, yeah Hand me down guitar, handful of friends

Some are misunderstood All of the greatest Greatest of all Were chasing their fading star Who'll be the latest The latest to fall? We're marching into the dark Some are better than good Some are just no good

Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight Returning to our silver screens Comic book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes whose stories were told Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range Turn on

I'm so happy about you, (I'm fed up, so get up and get out) I'm so happy now we're through, (I'm fed up, so get up and get out) I was so afraid, now you're gone away Sent you packing, look who's laughin' now I'm so happy that I feel this way I'm so happy

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all