It’s just a nod to the canon. Shit them all festival, laugh at the beautiful, Simple man Stan can’t stand up on the beautiful, Stickle brick, tickle quick, laugh at the beautiful, Hustle over hot muscle shower, twitch off the beautiful, It’s just a nod

I'm gonna let him fly I'm gonna let him fly, fly whoa Ain't no talkin' to this man Ain't no pretty other side Ain't no way to understand stupid words of pride It would take an acrobat and I already tried all that Things can move at such a pace The second

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up upout of the water Raise my hands up upto the father

A call to all non-believers I know your false God I've seen his works and his deeds And violence is his creed This is a call A call to stand up and fight A call to stand for what's right (A call to all non-believers) Wash their blood from your hands

You should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here

Let's go, bring it on If you don't, it's going down Oh, oh, oh, make the trade Oh, oh, oh, or walk the plank Bring it on, it's going down Let's go, pound for pound We're prepared to stand our ground Put your swords up, put 'em up upIt's going down

Oh I got the boys And the band And a one night stand Waiting on us down the road We're gonna load it in Crank it to 10 And off to another show And then it's back to my baby for A couple days

Well, I guess this is growing up upSomeone that understands But everybody's gone It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your

When you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Very superstitious, writing on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

'Cause you lift me up upNo I don't get down And I know, no matter how much colder Or how much I carry on my shoulders As long as I'm standing, I'll be closer 'Cause it ain't over, 'til it's over But we don't get down No we don't get down We can turn this