I try to untie Manhattan So lit up, lit up, lit up alright Lit up, lit up, lit up alright I try to untie 'Cause you're the low life of the party, bad blood Bad blood for everybody I'm in control and I believe My bodyguard shows her revolver to anyone who

I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground To have me a woman that I can't control You're just getting ready for some cypress grove Well

You're a joke! You're a sick, sick joke! I'll never live like you! You started a war, now! Will you ever wrap your head around this Sin does not define us Sin will never control us Pick it up! Pick it up, yeah! Oh! This is not the way life is supposed to

(I got the, I got the power) Just 'cause you're packin', packin', whoop, down South You're the man, but I got the, I got the, I got the power You make rain, but I'll make it, I'll make it, I'll make it shower You should know, I'm the one who's in control

You got your hands up, You're rocking in my truck You got the radio on, You're singing every song I'm set on cruise control You're looking so damn hot And I don't know what road we're on, Or where we've been from starin' at you Girl, all I know is I

But you’re in my head I do it for I do it for you Now you’re in my head And it’s outta my hands When you’re in my thoughts I don’t wanna pretend And I lose control, with you I do it for

We're just hallucinations I can't fight this, got my eyes fixed on you I've sensed somethin' new Must be hallucination In my mind I realize you're not true Must be somethin' we do Swore I saw you comin' over here Happiness is just controllin' fear

All in all you're just another brick in the wall We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone All in all it's just another brick in the

Suck my dick, you fucking suck man You're such a nice guy, a nice guy You're faithful, you don't lie After the club, you go back home right Right, sike I don't, I don't got much self control, I hope that you run it I hope that your heart get hit by a

Look up child, ayy Oh I, I-I-I, I hear You say I hear You say Where are You now I know You're in control I hear You say, You say, You say I hear You say, You say, You say (look up, look up, look up, look up) When darkness seems to win?