The last head falls to the ground No one is left alive They thought that they could take me down But it's not my time to die I wipe the blood from my sword And slide it in my belt This is the sweetest of rewards The best rush I have felt Ten men are dead

Smooth as the hickory wind That blows from Memphis Down to Apalachicola It's hi y'all did ya eat well Don't let this old goat cross With the southern voice Come on in I'm Sure glad to know ya It's cicadas making noise

(Yeah, yeah, yeah) Sometimes it's better to lie than say all the things I got on my mind Sometimes I wonder if I'm livin' my life waiting to die You can hate me, I don't mind And you could hate me, I don't mind Small dog in that big town Little dog in

Too many hands Being laid on her Too many eyes will never see That it's dragging her down She turns 'round She's one of a kind Sometimes hard to find Like a rainbow Well, she's lost all her glory

Why can't we see it Take back your freedom Take it back, take it back They're trying to make a slave of you No one will list it down it's true You should pick the words Dividing your reason Full use of power Of the damnation

Merry, merry, merry go round I don’t want to see you down I don’t want to see you frown Merry go round Bobby and his girl would wake up every summer day This boy and girl had nothing, they were runaways So in love that now all they wanted was pain and so

Cover up, rain down We wept on the edge of this town It's all I want it's all we want tonight There's lights that line these halls That beckon us to stay A glimmer in the distance That gathers all the stray And when I need it most

She knew from the start Deep down in her heart That she and Tommy were worlds apart But her mother said, "Never mind, your part Is to be what you'll be" The crowd went crazy Outside the house Mr. Simpson announced That Sally couldn't go to the meeting He

Money on the floor just like some shoes Woke up with my toolie, what it do? Meet me in the alley with the troops I got red shooters, I got blue Let that thing down then point at you Bentley or the 'Rari, hoe, let's choose We gon' the rob the bank, bring

So what's left to say but we know we'll own this world! Nothing left to say that hasn't been said, We know we'll own this world! Take this shot with me, and let our worlds collide, We'll drink away all the pain that's inside. Running wild, let our minds