Out of my mind Stoned out of my mind I'm going crazy You got me goin' (stoned) Got me stoned Stoned without your love Baby, when I found out you were lyin' Playin' around and connivin'

Now testify It's right outside our door Mass graves for the pump and the price is set, and the price is set The jury's sleepless We found your weakness Who controls the past now controls the future The movie ran through me The glamour subdue me

Thank you, next Thank you, next (next) Thank you, next (thank you, next) I'm so fuckin' grateful for my ex I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah) But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah) 'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah) Thank you, next (said thank

Don't stay, run away It's your own fault He has ordered assassination The henchmen are gathered and waiting Your role as usurper is found out Tsarina has warned of the danger That is what we wanted This is where we lay By the light of the moon

The smoking gun is what I’ve found The dirt I have on you is the ground Wish that I didn’t have to see a confidant as an enemy Now the truth is a ball and chain Holding my conscience to the flame Covered up, but still I know The secret of the life you’re

It's just a shimmy and a shake, ah-ho I can't fake, we're on top, we're on top But now I've found the velvet sun That shines on me and you In the back, ah-ho, I can't crack We're on top And we don't mean to satisfy tonight So get your eyes off of my

Let it be me. I bless the day I found you I want to stay around you And so I beg you Don't take this heaven from one If you must cling to someone Now and forever Each time we meet love I find complete love

With my sweet love gone, with my sweet love gone You were young, but your eyes were younger still When you found me there And you rode down the street watch me work Building tables and chairs You wore white, we were married in July In a church on a hill

I'm a bad boy I'm a bad, bad boy 'Cause I'm a bad boy To be a bad, bad boy I found all the good ways When it's nasty And you know that it hurts They call me bad There are the good ways

Going to Louisiana, baby, behind the sun If the river was whiskey and I was a diving duck You know I just found out My trouble's just begun I'm going to New Orleans get me a Mojo Hand I would swim to the bottom Drink myself back up I'm gonna get you