(The) back street dolls And the side door johnnies The wide eyed boys with their bags full of Back in the alley Going bang to the wall Tied to the tail Of a midnight crawl Heaven wouldn't be

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're wide And the world is on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride Ring them bells Saint

Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it For the master has come back For the master has come man, man, I do it regularly She could never leave

No, no, no, she ain't ready Just got back from the downtown Palais Where the music was so sweet It knocked me right back in the alley I'm ready, yea, yea, yea, I'm ready Wo, wo, wo, I'm ready And I'm really gonna rock tonight Sweet little lady sings like

Feel your breath on the back of my neck. Where have I, Come to be? That's left for me. I wish that I was still there. I wanna keep on breathing. Head down running from the beast. Break neck speeding, taken down on my birth.

Momma put a bible in my glove box And a hot homemade apple pie in the passenger seat She said "you'll always be my baby" She planted a kiss and a couple of tears on my cheek Dad slipped me some traveling cash through a map with it highlighted right on

I will stand by you Now I can't carry the world on my shoulders This I know is true Know that I will stand by you I will never back down from a good fair fight I will find my way through the darkest night No, I'll never feel wrong for doing what's right

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams Ring them bells from the sanctuaries cross the valleys and streams For they're deep and they're wide And the world is on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride Ring them bells Saint

Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it For the master has come back For the master has come man, man, I do it regularly She could never leave

I'm still gonna be the reckless wheel that kicks up all that gravel I can feel the roots underneath these boots when I walk the road less traveled I'm still the son of the back in them good old days Yeah, what you see is what you get, no matter what