I can't move Freedom, cut me loose 'Cause I need freedom, too I break chains all by myself Won't let my freedom rot in hell Hey! I'ma keep running 'Cause a winner don't quit on themselves I'm telling these tears, go and fall away, fall away

I think I'm better off alone No matter how hard I try You're never satisfied This is not a home You always disappear Even when you're here This is not my home Home, this house is not a home I'll be coming home

I'll make you run faster, faster, faster, flashlight Flashlight, get outta my way, get outta my way 'cause I can't lose Flashlight, get outta my way, get outta my way I'm coming through I'll make you run oh, I'll make you run, oh And you think I'm still

Morning is coming Morning is on it's way It's revelation day Sweet nightingale Wake up, it's a beautiful day 'Cause I be rocking in my shoes To this sweet reggae groove Ain't nobody gonna spoil my mood Oh nightingale

I know just what I need To find my way back to Tennessee To Southern, is so sweet And find my way back to Tennessee I'm on the road now I'm coming home now Fancy cars and diamond rings I seen all kinds of shiny things I should be feelin' like a king

Swing me way down south Sing me something brave from your mouth And I'll bring you Pearls of water on my hips And the love in my lips All the love from my lips You don't like the sound of the truth Coming from my mouth

And it's coming closer Stranded in this spooky town Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down Floor is crackling cold She took my heart, I think she took my soul With the moon I run Far from the carnage of the fiery sun Driven by the strangle of

I'm coming home to Arizona We will meet again And today, I leave you But I'll be back someday And as I fly away My hope is that we'll meet again I'm off to my home away from home I will miss you

Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells

Only one of us walks away Pain! Made to order I'm not the second coming, I'm the first wave Better get an army, 'cause the fire left me unscathed You betcha bottom dollar I'm the top of the shit pile So stick around 'cause I'll get to you in just a few