I ain't goin' out that door Ain't but one way out Raise your window If you raise your window I can ease out soft and low If I get away this time I won't be caught no more 'Cause the man out there might Be your man, I don't know Your neighbors gonna be

Come rain or come shine. I'm with you always. I'm with you rain or shine. You're gonna love me like nobody's loved me, Happy together, unhappy together, Won't that be fine? Day may be cloudy or sunny, We're either in or we're out of the money. I'm gonna

Kick back an' get high Hang a sign on the door of my life Tell the world that I've gone missin' An' I won't be back for a while I'm so tired of only wishin' I could leave my troubles behind I wanna be front porch rockin' With a big sun droppin' in a blue

Until the day I die Bad company Bad, bad company Till the day I die I can't deny And that's why they call me We've all gotta die I won't deny A company always on the run

I can still love you from here But no matter how far you go My love is strong, won't lose a hold Just 'cause you're gone won't mean we've disappeared Just know that You packed your clothes and all your stuff 'Til there was nothin' left of us Guess what

World keep on turnin' 'Cause it won't be too long 'Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then Gonna keep on tryin' 'Cause it won't be too long, oh no People keep on learnin' Soldiers keep on

Layla, you've got me on my knees. Layla, I'm begging, darling please. Layla, darling won't you ease my worried mind. What'll you do when you get lonely And nobody's waiting by your side? You've been running and hiding much too long. You know it's just

A-won't ya say yes? Don't ya say no Make me feel good, Kiddio I wrote you a six-page letter But you started talkin' 'bout the weather Kiddio, don'tcha know that's wrong? I can't stand this playin' 'round Help me up; don't let me down If you love me, let

I can't give you, what you think you gave me It's time to say goodbye to turning tables I can't keep up with your turning tables Under your thumb, I can't breathe To turning tables I won't ask you, you to just desert me Next time I'll be braver I'll be

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, out run my gun You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette,