Give it all or give it nothing Give it love or give it up But tomorrow, morrow, morrow You'll be sad and all alone Sad and all alone You think you can kick the sand in my eyes But you should walk a little softer I hear you coming from a mile away And you

You don't know Jack Double shot, eighty proof, on the rocks Until you've lost it all And you can't go back To your life, and your kids, and your ex-wife With just a telephone call If you think it's just a bottle In an old brown paper sack He asked me for

Something's got a hold on me I can't let it go Right, right, right, right Right, right, right Sometimes I think pain is just a lack of understanding If we could only understand it all, would we feel no pain? God must feel no pain Does this mean even our

You can't mix angels and alcohol You can't blend whiskey with a good woman's love You can't change lonely with a bottle of wine I don't think God meant for them to get along When it takes control, you can't love no one at all They don't go together,

It's obvious that you're dying, dying Just living proof that the camera's lying And oh oh open wide Don't look up just let them think You can't turn back Because this road is all you'll ever have 'Cause you'll go out in style You'll go out in style Yeah

I've been thinking about Setting my house on fire Can't see a way out of the mess I'm in And the bills keep getting higher All I need is a match and a gallon of gas God I'm getting tired Gonna set this house on fire Going off the deep end

Hep, two, three, four Marching along Love as much as I can Try and be strong Good for the time that's not too far Good while no jealousy and war Aim my sad eyes into the sun Think of all people just as one Oh, yeah, there's a love march going on here

Make the story of our own, and blow Shakespeare's mind, It's ours to write, it's our love and it's our life You and I, can fall as hard as we want Well everybody, they think they know us They think they've got us figured out, Waste their words just

All of my life. All of my life All of my life, I've been searching For the words to say how I feel. I'd spend my time thinking too much And leave too little to say what I mean I've tried to understand the best I can All of my life, I've been saying sorry

I'm a man of my convictions Call me wrong, call me right But I bring my better angels to every fight You may not like where I'm going But you sure know where I stand Hate me if you want to Love me if you can Sometimes I think that war is necessary Every