I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago I saw an army of rebels, dancing on air I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfires, A song of the battle, that was born in the flames, And the rebels were waltzing on air. I danced with a girl to the tune of

Just call me Richard, cause I’m a dick It’s also Richard cause I feel like you should Pry your fucking mouth up off of it I said just call me Richard, cause I’m a dick You ain’t gotta be no detective to figure out I’m a dick When I hold my privates to

Because you're mine, I walk the line I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time. I keep the ends out for the tie that binds I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll

Keep singing, love keep singing Oh, love sweet love, keep singing me home Oh love, sweet love, keep singing me home My baby's riding shotgun singing just a little off key The feet on the dashboard tapping out the back beat The song on the radio's talking

We’ve been missing each other, We’ve been missing each other. Is it my fault, is it my fault? My fault, is it my fault? I took a walk on a Saturday night, Fog in the air, Just to make my mind seem clear Where do I go from here? I see my breath pushing

I'm coming back from the dead and I'll take you home with me I'm taking back the life you stole When you go Just know that I will remember you I will be with you For what you did to me And what I'll do to you You get, what everyone else gets You get a

Never too late to stand your ground, Revolution begins In you, in me, revolution! Since the day that you were born the wheels are in motion Turning ever faster Play your part in the big machine The stage is set, the road is chosen You fate preordained We

I don’t believe anymore Raised by wolves Stronger than fear Running wild We were raised by wolves If I open my eyes You disappear Face down on a broken street There’s a man in the corner

Killer, ripper, who are you Take a look into the mirror then you will know Heaven fire up my blood I'm waiting for something that's better Down on his knees he sees the devil weeping/whinging his tongue Mr. Cadillac doesn't even know he's been fighting

Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What up, Khaled) South Beach, book a room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah) You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah) Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Your love) Go get the lotion (Yeah), let