I am realizing That everybody's lost their simple ways And now that it's here, I see it oh-so clearly I've come face to face with the enemy Oh, the enemy Oh, Mr. Back-Stabbin'-Son-of-a-Bitch You're livin' in a world that'll soon be dyin'

You should have known The price of evil And it hurts to know That you belong here, yeah Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare No one to call Everybody to fear Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah Nightmare!(now your nightmare comes to life)

Everybody wants to rule the world Nothing ever lasts forever Welcome to your life There's no turning back Even while we sleep We will find you Acting on your best behavior Turn your back on mother nature It's my own design

How are you still holding on? One day it's here and then it's gone On your own Through the eyes of someone else You and everybody else What's it all about You've felt this way for far too long Waiting for a change to come You know you're not the only one

And it wouldn't cost me a dime You'll know it's me when I come through your town I'm gonna ride around in style I'm gonna drive everybody wild 'Cause I'll have the only one there is around. Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine An' went to Detroit

I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I

Say yeah (yeah) Clap your hands just a little bit louder Just one more time when I come by Everybody say yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Just a little bit of sou-ou-ou-ou-oul Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know, that-a, yeah

It's a crazy town full of neon dreams, Everybody plays everybody sings, Hollywood with a touch of twang, Bend those strings till the Hank comes out, Make all the drunk girls scream and shout, We love it we hate it we're all just trying to make it, In

Kids are running around naked, fuckin? in the bushes. Ah, ah, ah ah I love it! Room for everybody here Yes, all are welcome! Yes indeed, I love them! Fun! Nice! Life! Youths! Beautiful! I'm all for it We put this festival on you bastards, with a lotta

Hallelujah, good to see ya Ain't no sting like a king bee shakedown Everybody digs when the boogie comes back around And the chill drunk buzzin' all night long There's a jingle in your pocket with a jangle in your hand Do you want your own money or your