I know you thought I wouldn't shine like this They know I took my time with the shit Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist I grind like this So I can shine like this Them diamonds on my wrist Damn, it feels good from way up here Damn, it feels

And when things are going crazy I'll be your shelter, baby Keep you warm and Keep you from the rain- hey, hey There is a place up the street It's a funky little place we can meet It's my house built for love From the kitchen to the basement, wall to wall

Somewhere there's a reason why things go like they do Somewhere there's a reason why some things just fall through We don't always see them for what they really are But I know there's a reason just can't see it from this far Maybe I don't like it, but I

They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies You little spies Crush, crush (Two, three, four!) Rock and roll, hey Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now?

Amarillo by mornin' Up from San Antone Everything that I got Is just what I've got on Amarillo's where I'll be When that sun is high in that Texas sky I'll be buckin' at the county fair Amarillo, I'll be there They took my saddle in Houston

Lose your clothes and show your scars I'm falling through the doors of the emergency room Can anybody help me with these exit wounds And I'm dying, dying from these exit wounds Wounds, when they're leaving, the scars you're keeping That's who you are

Why is everything I love the most, so wrong for me? And everything I’m holding close, is so far away from me? They don’t want me to love it, they don’t wanna hear the truth It never made sense to me Why everything I love the most, is so wrong for me! Why

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

From the cradle to the grave (Straight from the motherfuckin cradle to the grave!) Forever wild from the cradle to the grave Kid, watch your back, one time's comin' always (Yeah) They lock me up for 12 days, I can't comprehend Now I'm a free man on the

On the wings of the night No more turning away On the turning away From the pale and downtrodden And the words they say Which we won't understand "Don't accept that what's happening Is just a case of others' suffering Or you'll find that you're joining in