Passionate from miles away Passive with the things you say Passin' up on my old ways I can't blame you, no, no Fuck that shit 'Cause we're fallin' apart Hold on, hold on, fuck that Hold on, I got to start this mothafuckin' record over again, wait a minute

Need more and more The slave becomes the master New consequence machine Burn through all your gasoline Asylum overtime The end of the line Hooked into this deceiver Into the endless fever

And maybe it's a little too early To know if this is gonna work All I know is you're sure looking Good in my shirt You look good in my shirt When you walked up behind me and covered my eyes And whispered in my ear, guess who I rattled off names like I

I can't let her go She's still here fighting Better know there's life in her yet Time will take us all, and turn us into stones Hung over fragile bones She still remembers the time that was uncomplicated But sure as the sun rise, she's seen things that

Bring out the love Bring out the rebel And the lovers we be Will bring sweet harmony Then it would bring out the love And the rebel in you Bring out all the love in me My love is deeper than the ocean Our love is in need of sweet devotion

Tell me, baby, what's your story And where you wanna go this time? Where you come from Tell me, lover, are you lonely? The thing we need is Never all that hard to find You're so lovely, are you lonely? Giving up on the innocence you left behind They come

Well I know, I know, I know History recalls how great the fall can be While everybody's sleeping, the boats put out to sea Borne on the wings of time It seemed the answers were so easy to find "To late," the prophets (profits) cry The island's sinking,

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

Yeah, I meant it I'm fucked up, I'm faded I'm so complicated Those things that I said They were so overrated I thought I-I-I-I-I-I can shake this off But I-I-I-I-I-I, yeah, I meant it Oh yeah, I-I-I-I-I-I, really fucking meant it I've been drunk three

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And