I'll be keeping your head up I'll be keeping your head up, darling Let go of all your haunted dreams tonight Hold tight, you're slowly coming back to life And I won't let you down Hold tight you're slowly coming back to life Til you can breathe on your

Where the good times gone? All the stupid fun And all that shit we've done And you still won't know Lost it on the chesterfield Or maybe on A gamblin' wheel Lost it in a diamond mine It's dark as hell

Skies on fire, Flames burn higher, Why don't you hang up, Won't you back up Will you pack up and head for higher ground, I know you and, you know me, Tell me what it is you want it to be What you want to be,

And why you can't get up off my back? Got me looking for a new dude When I did all I could do, but you be wanting more And I can take a lot of shit, but I won't take that Got a lot on my mind I'm thinking I'm needing a break to clear up the clutter, damn

Shake your moneymaker Got to shake your moneymaker Well, I got a girl, she lives upon the hill Oh, go on baby, go on back to school Sometimes she won't, sometimes I think she will Oh, I love you baby, tell you the reason why I love you baby, tell you the

I won't look back Cause by the time that I do you'll be gone I won't have words By the time that I do you'll be gone I won't wake up To the sound of your feet Walking down the hall Like a soft heartbeat I won't wake up On a past so long On the things

If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be Baby, just let it be See where this thing goes So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? Baby, lay on back and relax Kick your pretty feet up on my dash No need to go​ nowhere fast

Goddamn you say you'll get up with me. You're the crowd, come on give it back to me. You're the crowd come on give it back to me. You won't beg for me, beg for me, beg for me. You won't beg for me, be there for me, beg for me. Everyone is looking at me.

I won't show my face here anymore But even if we won't admit it to ourselves We'll walk upon these streets and think of little else These streets are yours, you can keep them All that's left behind I don't want them They pull me back, and I surrender To

You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can hold all the cards But I won't back down Oh no I won't back down Cadillac's Seville's, coupe Deville's Brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels