It's alright, just put your love on, love on me And every time you put your love on, love on me Nobody knows me like you do-uhh Nobody makes me lose my cool like you-uhh Nobody drives me up the wall like you-uhh Makes me feel I'm ten feet tall like

Yeah that’s how we do it round here. We find a little spot on the edge of town Twist off, sip a little, pass it around Temptation in my ear It’s a feeling alright, Saturday night And that’s how we do it round here. Dance in the dust turn the radio up And

It's alright These whereabouts unknown Please know you can come home I long for the moment Our silence is broken It's alright now To the ends of this lost world You have marched and you have sworn To a tainted crown of thorns

And it was all alright It goes when your gone Now it's all all wrong There's no good reason why I lay my heart on these tracks When your train comes along That's just a-how Then you cut me down

It's dirty but it feels alright I love muddy water I'm ready, ready for the blues tonight Well I ain't gonna fuss and fight And I ain't stayin' up all night Worryin' 'bout the things that I can't change Let everybody think I'm a little bit strange 'Cause

They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on Help from above will come back strong I got faith in us, I got faith in Him The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen It's whispered from a tractor on a flat Midwestern plain The fields are

Alright children, the lights are out, and the party's over It's time for me, Dr. D, to start running and say goodbye, for a little while And I know you're gonna miss me, so I'll leave you with this You know that big ball of radiation we call the sun Well

I'm a highway star And everything I love it and I need it Alright hold on tight Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Oooh it's a killing machine

Lordy, Lordy, Lordy! I can't help it I like to party, it's genetic! It's electrifying, wind me up and watch me go Where she stops, nobody knows A good excuse to be a bad influence on you and you You, you, you, you Alright sir Sure I'll have another one

Just 'cause I can't put my finger on it It doesn't mean that - that it's not there But there is something odd! It's gonna be alright! There's something wrong with the words that we're not sayin' And the silence we're creatin' Like a ghost note symphony