Now blood the fuck up Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust nuts I can't tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what And that's, B's up, hoes down Lookin' in the mirror, I'm no where to be found

Well she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind that's running 'round. Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales, That's all she ever thinks about. When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles she gives to me free. Said, "It's all right, take

In the life of a rose I've lived and died 100 times You've watched me open, bloom, wilt, rot And start over (start over) You watch me again, and again, and again, and again And each time My time, measured in light, final breaths, finding, losing Time,

Just too far away Gold shimmering sand is making me thinking of her Thinking of her But I am at Half Moon Bay It's just too far away Just too far away, yeah And all along the way she gives me love Gotta take care of her now, care of her now And our place

Whoah, something bad Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen Got a real good feelin’ something bad about to happen Stand on the box, stomp your feet, start clapping Wake up in the morning’ don’t know what happened Drinks keep coming, throw

Even though we break up in the end Even if I knew you'd be the one that got away I'd still go back and get you Even if I knew you'd be my best and worst mistake Over and over, again and again I still walk in that bar a little drunk I still ask you what

Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider My ambition as a rider Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider Hey, it's my ambition as a rider Rolling, joking, smoking, thinking how I got here Looking, loading toasters, pussy you was not

There's just some things that can't be replaced Woah, all the money in the world won't ever buy What you miss, what you want back It'd be nice, but life don't work like that You can get damn close, but it won't ever be the same Woah, no matter how hard

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned

Oh, well, I love you, girl Okay, okay, ready? Okay, dynamics with tension Fun and laughter for all, honky rock A one, two, a one, two, three, four If you knew, Peggy Sue Then you'd know why I feel blue About Peggy, my Peggy Sue Yes, I love you, Peggy Sue