Mary Anne and Wanda were the best of friends All through their high school days Both members of the 4H club, both active in the FFA After graduation Mary Anne went out lookin' for a bright new world Wanda looked all around this town and all she found was

I need a neon church Full of honky tonk angels With their wings on fire Straight pourin' out that Johnnie Walker healin' I got a feelin' Is a neon church with a jukebox choir I need Jesus or I need whiskey Whatever works best to get me through

Cause I love being here with you I love the East, I love the West North and South, their both the best But I only want go there as a guest I love the sea, I love the shore I love the rocks and what is more You and they never be a bore Singing in the

Ain't gonna beg you to stay Ain't no reason running after something already gone Take off your leaving dress Let's do what we do best I guess everybody's got their way of moving on Girl rest your head one more time in my bed Love me like you loved me

Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

Aboard the Thailand Express We'll hit the stops along the way We're on the train to Bangkok We only stop for the best Our first stop is in Bogotà To check Columbian fields The natives smile and pass along A sample of their yield Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

Darkside pleasures Dreamlands of danger Dream lands of danger. (Repeat: x2) Bad behavior At their best Punk rock, shell toes, Horns and halos.

He ain't the leavin' kind And wanna leave him behind (He ain't the leavin'... He ain't the leavin' kind) He'd never walk away Even from those who don't believe They tried their best to drag him out Of a courthouse down in Montgomery And now they wanna

They try their best just to mash up the resistance Warning shots and sirens from a distance Riot gears and barricade for an instance And the words from mi mouth, mi no response Hollywood sending signals of destruction Stereotype the ghetto youths as the

Backtalk getting the best of you, Bitch we’re gonna fuck you up, Cowards trying to hide their face, Always talking shit but you can’t hide, But I think you’re out of luck today, But I think you’re out of luck Back and forth again, You’re always on to