I want it all, I want it all With eternal love, the stars above All there is and ever was A blade of grass, a grain of sand The moonlit sea, to hold your hand Baby, there's no better time No better time, baby, we can't find Oh-whoa-whoa, oh-whoa-whoa We

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

You'd better Stop, before you tear me all apart You'd better Stop, before you go and a break my heart Oh whoa, you'd better stop All that I have, is all that you've given me Did you never worry, that I'd come to depend on you I gave you all my love, that

Standing by peaceful waters Whoa wah oh wha oh We were standing Many years ago along the Illinois-Wisconsin border There was this Indian tribe They found two babies in the woods, white babies One of them was named Elizabeth She was the fairer of the two

Whoa oh oh oh oh, Mona Lisa Say what you mean Tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign I want to believe You're guaranteed to run this town I'd pay to see you frown There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

We were born to be together And it hurts like hell To be torn apart To be thrown around I could only be myself with you around Oh, with you around And now there’s nothing left for me to think about Whoa, to think about.

Oh again, and again Yeah I trip, when I look in your eyes Oh I'm hyp, hypnotised Whoa oh-oh oh Been rusting in rubble Running to a faint Need a brand new coat of paint I found myself in trouble Thinking 'bout what ain't

Walk wid di Prince of Peace Selassie a di leader Praises be to di Kings of Kings Alpha and Omega Whoa oh oh oh, Selassie a di leader Whoa oh oh oh, Alpha and Omega Sent by di king, watch dem under ring When mi fly down far

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus