God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

Please, celebrate me home, Give me a number, Please, celebrate me home Play me one more song, Celebrate, celebrate Well I'm finally here, But I'm bound to roam, Come on celebrate me home That I'll always remember,

Cool, calm, collected She's so affected She's well respected Well, she's very wealthy it's true So in that she is one up on you She's dressed all in red, white and blue And she always knows more than you do She knows who to smile to today She has just

Oh, I need you more than words can say I find peace in every story you told I think of you, I'll never be alone Always been there for me, now I'll do the same It's true, true, true You know I do, do, do Oh, you save me in ways that I can't explain When

One more tear to cry, here come the lonely nights Take it on the base, take it on the westbound line Every time I love, I always seem to end up crying So this is my goodbye, wrote it on the way back home You say you never loved me, I wish somehow I could

Enemy, take a one good look at me Eradicate what you'll always be Your tainted flesh, polluted soul through a mirror I behold Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor Tearing me apart but I don't care anymore Are you dead yet Don't hear, don't deem.

Yeah everything goes away But bones in the ground We were tight knit boys Brothers in more then name You would kill for me And knew that I'd do the same And it cut me sharp Hearing you'd gone away But everything goes away

I used to say I and me, now it's us, now it's we. Ben, the two of us need look no more, We both found what we were looking for. With a friend to call my own, I'll never be alone, and you, my friend, will see, You've got a friend in me. Ben, you're always

Billie Jean is not my lover She's just a girl who claims that I am the one But the kid is not my son She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son People always told me, "Be careful of what you do She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene I

I wanna hear you whisper on the telephone, yeah You call me up and then I'm satisfied I always think about you when I'm high I touch myself and then I'm not alone no more Do somethin' special to me I always think about you when I'm high (when I'm high)