At the sick bed of Cuchulainn, we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head

Where are you now that I need ya? I need you the most I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, I gave you the key when the door wasn't open Just admit it See, I gave you faith, turned your doubt into hoping, can’t deny it Now I'm all

Make out on the dance floor, take it too far Out the back door, leave an open tab When you look like that? And tell me how am I supposed to keep my hands to myself When you're making my mind wander somewhere else? It's on a one-way track when you look

Can't forget how I fucking had that door swinging Another day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it I say 'notha day we gotta get it, 'notha day we gotta get it I wouldn't even I wouldn't even be here without that mothafuckin' door We doing

Somebody, oh, somebody, eh, somebody, oh I want something just like this Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Oh, I want something just like this I've been reading books of old The legends and the myths How much you wanna risk? I'm not looking for somebody

Grandpa was a carpenter He built houses, stores and banks Chain-smoked Camel cigarettes And hammered nails in planks He was level on the level And shaved even every door And voted for Eisenhower 'cause Lincoln won the war Oh, grandpa wore his suit to

Gimme three steps, gimme three steps, mister "Oh, won't you Gimme three steps towards the door? And you'll never see me no more" I was cutting a rug Down at place called The Jug With a girl named Linda Lou When in walked a man With a gun in his hand

When I need you Wake up I'm pounding on the door Where the hell are you I don't want you Until we see this eye to eye I'm not the man I was before I won't hurt you anymore I'm not sober all the time You bring me down at least you try

(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) I had a talk with my mom She said, "What if you're the one you've been waitin' for?" I treat my obstacles like stepping stones And keep climbing and climbing some more Doors are openin' that were previously locked Treat this

You know wild bitches tellin' you lies But out there's my water baby, so I hold it down I'm ya' nigga, I'm ya' nigga It-It-It-It's here, the West side Baby MI, MI And I'm out in Miami Gettin' so high, so high Shawty' my nigga, down for whateva'