Roller coaster, roller coaster Lonely overseas Only memories Wish I had the key to your heart People come and go Baby, they don’t know What we had before What it felt before our eyes Spinning all around and around for a world baby

How do you? He's bitter and twisted, he knows what he wants He wants to be loved and he wants to belong He wants you to listen, he wants us to weep And he was a stupid baby who turned into a powerful freak But how do you? He lives with his mother, but we

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Ya, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying

I don't know, it just came over me (hey) What's all over me? That's jewelry That's jewelry, baby My old bitch over me, she want the sober me (hey) I don't know what possessed this foolery I don't know, it just came over me Bag secured, I only walk

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother

This is better than home Better than home Out on this long and winding road Chasing the sound with my friends knows what we’re gonna see Knows how we’re gonna change Baby it’s just you and me So keep driving on 'Cause this is better than home

This time I ain't gonna lose Well, enough is enough There's a pain in my mind And baby, we both know why Think it over and over It adds up to one big lie You may not know it, baby But you've been leavin' lots of blues I hear what you're sayin'

I can feel it on your mind C'mon, you're talking about it around the house C'mon, uh, baby I love to hear your mouth We've had a conversation, but you know that's just a fraction What you wanna say about me Is I'm all talk, and no action C'mon, you hear

We do this every night We can get to feeling alright right now Turn it on baby til the sun burns out You ain't gotta say it girl, I know what you like Yeah on this trail trail, a little something to sip sip Don't need no weekend Hands on your hips and do

You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Yeah, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother