I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes I see your red door, I want it painted black No colors any more, I want them to turn black I see the line of cars and they're all painted black With

Turn the music up You must be out your mind What are you out your mind? Turn the music Red Bull in my hands, feels like I got wings Lotta people in my face, but I can't hear a thing It's like my heads up in the clouds, heads up in the clouds And I ain't

Com, commotion Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no Backed up on the freeway, I'm backed up in the church Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep a-talkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw,

Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day Look at those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Lately I've been questioning Am I all

I still turn to you So when you’re lost and you’re tired When you’re broken in two Let my love take you higher 'Cause I still turn to you You worked two jobs To keep a roof up over our heads You chose life for me No you never gave up

Having mixed drinks about feelings and you Turn on a neon light At least make it feel like night My head is spinning My resolve is reeling I can tell by the heavy in my heart I'm going down soon No use fighting the fight It's no contest tonight

Rest your head now don't you cry Don't ever ask the reason why I, lost all I had (that April day) I, turned to my friends (nothing to see) I, wrote down a name (and read it twice) I, wallow in shame I, said that I love (eternal skis)

You are the one we left behind I will no longer turn my head I will never forget you You are the forsaken I know you are the one we left behind Somehow we are the ones who are alone You are the one we left be I know you are the forsaken Somehow we are

Com, commotion, Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no. Backed up on the freeway, backed up in the church, Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep atalkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw, jaw,

And turn it up You turn my head I spin my wheels Running on empty You know how that feels I'm on a roll now Or is it a slide? Can't be too careful With that dangerous pride