I stand here alone on the bow of the ship Counting the hours 'til I die Abandoned to fate with no chance of return I raise raise up my fist to the sky But know that these days were the best of our lives And nothing can take that away So when we are dead we

Goin' back to Dallas, livin' in the palace of the king Oh, living in the palace of the king Living in the palace Be a natural thing was born down in Dallas, raised up up on the city of wind Spent a month of Sundays, talkin' about the places I have been

Goin' back to Dallas, livin' in the palace of the king Oh, living in the palace of the king Living in the palace Be a natural thing was born down in Dallas, raised up up on the city of wind Spent a month of Sundays, talkin' about the places I have been

Hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady 'cause I Raised you better, gotta keep it it together even when you fall apart, But this ain't my mama's broken heart Go and fix your make up up girl it's, just a break up up run an' I cut my bangs with some rusty

Does summer exist in its praises? It's just sing, sing, sing all day The summer lives here where this place is Come on up up here, we've got something to show you Wanna show you everything we know Wanna show you we've been banished before you Wanna show you

The Rites of Man Let me hear the band Play the Rites of Man Come on and lift my head Lead me to the door Oh make me understand Raise Raise me off the floor Come on and pick me up up Found my coat

When the clouds kiss your eye Shadows stain on the high-rise Raise Raise your thumb to the sky All good things come with time When you know then you'll know We've been through hell. Sewn up up our eyes Found fuel in meds. Viewed through the narrow Encouraged fear

You can kiss my country ass If you're a down-home, backwoods redneck Hey come on, stand up up and raise raise your glass But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer

Mama raised a soldier (huh, yuh) Not no bitch, not no bitch, uh (yuh, ayy) Cocaine for my breakfast (what?) Hold that pistol, ambidextrous, uh (yuh, yuh) Pussy boy talk reckless (ayy) He might end up up on a stretcher, uh (yuh, bitch) Fuck with my set (ayy)

Raise Raise the guns At every self made suspicion Build the bombs Corrupt policy's decision Our leaders preach if we disagree We're the traitors of society Burning is a fuse to destruction