Never been this close to heaven Got the pretty turned up to eleven Droppin' them dead on the dance floor Somebody better call a doctor She's a little heart stopper I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner Sippin' on this seven-seven Dang, girl, look at you

Phonography, phonography, Let's talk about biology, Talk that sexy talk to me, Better make sure that the line is clean, Keep it confidential, you and me. Dirty talking, call it phonography (hey) And I make no apologies, (uh uh) I'm into phonography, (uh

When the devil come a callin' I ain't gonna be around, Well the devil may care, You toss 'em back and be a man, With the last time, End of it all, end of the line, End of the road,

You're all alone. How come you don't make time for me anymore, That's the last thing she said to you, And now when you call, She don't answer anymore, For the line is busy and you can't get through, In the time it would take you to learn from your

That place in my mind Is that space that you call mine Without hearing what I have to say We too feel alone Therever been all the time Lost enslaved fatal decline I've been waiting for this too fool (Good) The pieces are only as good as the whole Severed

The past is no place to It's only me I ain't freed nobody yet It's just me Got a window-washer's head For an unmakeable bed For loneliness

You ain’t ready to ride with me Please step to the side Ride, ride, ride I got real ones waiting to ride for me Waiting to ride for me So you don't, get to the front of the line I got real ones waiting from time for me You ain’t ready to fight with me A

You call me home Oh, oh, I was in you, your heart was in me We were lovers, babe, I believed We were in love, we were in line We were strong but we wither and die Now you're calling me, calling me home Pulling me out of the crowd Calling me, calling me

I'm an Indian outlaw Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind All my friends call me Bear Claw Village cheatin' is my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-may She makes him walk the line You can find me in my wigwam

How can we stay on the sideline The last call to rise up Our estates are under fire Our villers fall prey to village How long will we tare this lying down? Refuse to quell the anger Time has come to take up arms again This is the flash of our last hope