As long as we're out there Somewhere where we can go Get away from it all, get lost And god only knows where we'll go And hell I don't care As long as we're out there, yeah PFG's coming cross the creek Z71, headlights shinin through the trees The boys

But we don't care People are watching! The way I am touching your body 'Cause we don't care See you droppin' and poppin' Makes me want to keep grinding But we don't care (oh-ooh) See I bet you're nasty When you're on the dance floor

(Bury us all) My time to stand This is my chance This is our chance I see them coming with shrouds to bury us all Before we were, before we were born they shaped our lives Leading us into an unmarked grave in moments Moments life could end so I will

To me it's nothing This time I've really lost my mind and I don't care So close your eyes and kiss yourself goodbye I'm taking all you down with me Explosives duct taped to my spine Nothing's gonna change my mind I won't listen to anyone's last words

This is heaven, yeah Everyday I know that this might hurt but I don't care Oh everybody feels alive Everyone they say that we don't work But I could swear this is heaven, yeah Oh you don't feel alive now When the room don't like us I'll be at your table

Baseball cap and flannel arms Dancing with a voodoo doll Sweat rolls down the old guitar Seeing things the way they are A crooked look lay on his brow Beside a wisecrack whiskey mouth Tip up the bottle and pour him out Here he is again

Singing la lalalalala la la And the night over London lay At night they would go walking 'till the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets, they go searching, to see God in their own way Save the nighttime for your

If you wonder why (why I live my life) The way that I do ('cause I got to get this money) So don't worry about me (don't worry, don't worry worry) I'm just hustlin' everyday, runnin this race, makin this paper This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P A

When the smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

Guayando, sudando, en tu cama yakiando (Que, que, que) Ma' yo se que eso no se alimenta de habichuelas, cogemelo why trepa Guayando, sudando, perriando, bellaquiando Guayando, sudando, perriando bellaquiando Si te preguntas en la cama quien te puede a ti