When Johnny comes Marching home again He's coming by bus or underground A woman's eye will shed a tear To see his face so beaten in fear An' it was just around the corner in the English civil war It was still at the stage of clubs and fists When that

I'm sprung, Dog she got me, Got me doing thing's I'll never do If you ain't been I'm telling you Got me doing thing's I'll never do If you ain't been I'm telling you Well it all come down to her

Just like that you're six years old and you take a nap and you Wake up and you're twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife You just might miss your babies growing like mine did Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your

I'm just in the cut sittin' sideways Way that you lookin' all the time I know you like to drink 'til the sun up Grind 'til you come up Work all winter, shine all summer Ride for your brother You die for your mother Keep that shit a hunna I know you wanna

Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high There's a land that I've heard of once in a lullaby. Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream, Really do come true. Someday I'll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds

We were here Roaming on the endless prairie Writing an endless story Building a Walden of our own Grieving the saddened faces Conquering the darkest places Time to rest now and to finish the show And become the music, one with alpenglow Together we slay

Whoa, whoa. Let this end, Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step. (Whoa) Make it stop. I plan to go on living Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled, Then gone forever.

We could make a comeback if you come back We were on top of the world people wanted what we had We could have it again don't you know that Six months passed since we both said goodbye Never thought that I'd run into you here tonight And I can't ever

We used to be friends What have I become to you I don't understand Turn it backwards For me to hurt When everything else is fading We used to be inner circle Take my good word Turn your back on me

Take my scars Through hands of God I found a better way To break the walls It's been around for a thousand years And it'll be here for plenty more It is the face hidden in disgrace That has become now an open sore It is a false messiah