Stand up this is renegade music Everybody, everybody get down! Take it to another level right now No resolution Take back your life right now Are you ready for some new shit? But nothing changes Until the people get loud So get down

If only he knew Just stand up and scream The tainted clock is counting down You gave in to me Would you say the nights are far too long now If only he knew about the world without the bullshit and the lies We could've saved him They could've saved me

And baby this is only bringin' me down. Get back on track, pick me up some bottles of booze Fickle freshman, probably thinks she's cooler than you A hay ride at five, everybody's comin' around So go press you skirt, word is there's a new girl in town. I

Get your kicks on Route sixty six Well goes from St. Louie down to Missouri You'll see Amarillo and Gallup, New Mexico Flagstaff, Arizona don't forget Winona Kingman, Barstow, San Bernadino Would you get hip to this kindly tip And go take that California

We find love, we get up And we fall down, we give up You don't love me anymore We knew we'd come around This thing called love comes crashing down now Pieces all on the ground What once was lost cannot be found out Ever since the day that I met you Lets

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop That's how Ruff Ryders roll Uh, somethin' new Niggas wanna try Niggas wanna lie Then niggas wonder why Niggas wanna die All I know is pain

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

Go Johnny go go Johnny B. Goode Go go go Johnny go Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever

Who will survive in America? Us living as we do upside down And the new word to have is revolution People don't even want to hear the preacher Spill or spiel because God's whole card has been thoroughly piqued And America is now blood and tears instead