Travel fast Imagine how it would be To be at the top Making cash money Go and tour all around the world Tell stories about all the young girls Have a blast

Somehow to believe In the choice I made Am I better off this way? I can hear the voice inside my head Saying you should be with me instead Every time I'm feeling down, I wonder What would it be like with you around? And I want, I need I was only a kid

Stripes around my shoulders I got stripes, I got chains, Chains around my feet I got stripes, And them chains, them chains, They're about to drag me down On a Monday, On a Tuesday,

Somehow to believe In the choice I made Am I better off this way? I can hear the voice inside my head Saying you should be with me instead Every time I'm feeling down, I wonder What would it be like with you around? And I want, I need I was only a kid

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, out run my gun You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette,

All of this, all of this Now I know why, I hide my love from you some days No I don't mind keeping this bottled inside me You came along, and tore this world out around me Looks like you found me Now I know why I felt like shit when I woke up this

Everyone gather around for a show Watch as this man disappears as we know Do me a favor and try to ignore Him in bed late at night, he's petrified As you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor He wakes up early today Throws on a mask that will alter

Nothing gonna get me in my world Running circles around around around around When nothing’s right just close your eyes Close your eyes and you’re gone She’s making me high, she’s making me high Here we are She’s making me high I wanna get me free Dreams,

Suddenly you're climbing all up next to me, next to me I ain't no fool, you rascal you I just, I just, I just want your ex to see Everywhere we go you keep looking around Fixing your make up like it's about to go down And he walks in, it all makes sense

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row