And they say She's in the class A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us And go mad for a couple grams

Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, them boys up to something Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman They just spent like two or three weeks out the country Them boys up to something they just not just bluffing Taliban, Taliban You don't have to call I hit my dance like Usher

It's always out of reach Sex on the radio And love is always out of reach But I never want to stop trying, no And all our secrets go Out the window And all the world knows now They're playing sex on the radio We all live on an idle TV show

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed Rest your arms, and rest your legs I feel her filth in my bones Wash off my hands 'til it’s gone The walls they’re closing in With velvet curtains Some love was made for the lights Some kiss your cheek and goodnight

Have you ever heard two turtle doves Bill and coo when they love? That's the kind of magic music we get from our lips When we kiss And there's a weepy old willow He really knows how to cry If you should tell me farewell and goodbye Lullaby of Birdland

Everybody's working out doing twelve ounce curls Fishing for the line that'll kick her heart into gear Hey brother, need another over here Got the Kid Rock good time playlist on Some drunk dude's in the crowd yelling, let's get weird, y'all Brought to

I want your loving more and more I want your kisses that's for sure I die each time I hear the sound They're saying here he comes He's Cathy's clown You're Cathy's clown You know you've got to stand tall You know a man can't crawl

Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, ay Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve Don't fall too far from the apple tree, apple tree The ghetto, Othello, the moor Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I'm sure Oh my

You can kiss my country ass If you're a down-home, backwoods redneck Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer

Might like to Go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow I've got some bad news for you, sunshine Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel And they sent us along as a surrogate band