I'll knock you out Eye of the sun Strange ways coming today I put a dollar in my pocket And I threw it away Been a long time Since a federal dime Made a jukebox sound

Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I've seen the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love You know I like my chicken fried Well I was raised up

In my pink sunglasses Always makes the world look a little bit better You can try 'em anytime you need a change of the weather When I'm walking by, I wanna roll my eyes In my pink sunglasses, pink sunglasses My pink sunglasses I put 'em on whenever I sit

Under this sun no shadows will fall Piercing our eyes as we charge An armored battalion on course to the east Armored tanks of mass destruction Killers in the east Rats who dares to stand before us Feel our guns go live Panzer battalion Closing the end

African idea Make the future clear And we are the scatterlings of Africa Copper sun sinking low Scatterlings and fugitives Hooded eyes and weary brows Seek refuge in the night They are the scatterlings of Africa Each uprooted one

Until I'm back in your arms again I'll be out here on the wind Through the middle of the night unknown I'm an asphalt cowboy Born to run underneath the stars Pay no mind to my lonely heart The sun has opened up my eyes

Nothing can shake me from your love, it's true No one can make me feel the things you do Oh no, oh no In this room With the light of the sun in my eyes Can't recall Where I am or what I did last night Though I try and I try

The weight of living Ooh there's a light It's the sun in your eyes, in your eyes Your Albatross, let it go, let it go, Your Albatross shoot it down, shoot it down When you just can't shake the Heavy weight of living When you just can't seem to shake

They see you blinded us, reminded us of all that's ugly You'll find me screaming at the sun And if you let it in, the predator will leave you bloody It singes my eyes The plan I devise, in this chess game to shatter the crook And now the queen takes the

The race is almost run The days of Pearly Spencer A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoe less feet Inside it's long and so complete Watched by shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Trough walls and cracks