Tell the children the truth Rebel, rebel! Come on and tell the children the truth We refuse to be What you wanted us to be We are what we are That's That's the way it's going to be, if you don't know You can't educate I For no equal opportunity (talkin' 'bout

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a a man can't crawl

Would you ride with me? (Yeah) Would you lie for me? (That's That's right) Would you get high with me? (For sure) Would you die for me? (No doubt) Venue after venue, I've been through Come up to the telly, so I can bend you Send you to the store, condoms and

Mash it up now That's That's exactly what we gonna do Make it good You are so beautiful You are so wonderful And you can make your dreams Make them come true You get through everything And cast a a laugh and sing

Shake, shake it all night long You listen while I'm talkin' to you, now Tell you what I'm gonna do now There's a a new thing going around now And I'll tell what to put down Move your body all around, and just shake Ha, that's that's the way you do it Oh, g'on,

I have a a life that's that's good At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a a sweet, sweet, sweet song

She got the best of me She broke my heart Now all that's that's left of me Is beating in this guitar Every night, a different town She follows me around So you get what's left of me Yeah, you get what's left of me 'Cause she got the best of me

Raid is done All are gone Does he hear your prayers See the country burn Only misery remains All that's that's left is pain With sharp blades in mighty fists Now where is your god Does he even care for you

To the world You may be just another girl Baby, you are the world All I've got to say is That's That's alright, that's that's okay When you don't feel important, honey To the teller down at the bank You're just another checking account

That was on your place in bed I've got a a mind to give up living And go shopping instead That's That's when I decided that I'd be better off dead Pick me up a a tombstone And be pronounced dead Well, I read your letter this morning Oh, when I read your letter this