And then you draw bad card A-make you draw bad card A-make you draw bad card (draw bad card) In a rub-a-dub style, in a rub-a-dub style The way you draw bad card (draw bad card) You a-go tired to see me face Can't get me out of the race Oh, man, you said

It's getting closer now We're better off without you Feel the pressure I can feel the pressure Feeling empty, I can Some things I'll never know And I had to let them go Tell me where our time went And if it was time well spent

She knows how to work them cut off things She knows how to get me to do about anything How to bat those eyes, swing them hips, how to rock that cherry red lipstick She knows I can't say no It's seven a.m. baby Trying to catch up on a little sleep Its way

T.N.T. (oi, oi, oi) 'Cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite T.N.T. and I'll win the fight T.N.T. I'm a power load T.N.T. watch me explode See me ride out of the sunset On your color TV screen Out for all that I can get

Baby let's get high, John Wayne Every john is just the same I'm sick of their city games I crave a real wild man I'm strung out on John Wayne It's like, I just love a cowboy you know I'm just like, I just, I know, it's bad But I'm just like Can I just

There's a silence in a room and it is killing me Speak your mind So out of reach Won't you speak your mind? But you won't tell me why Go and lie in the bed you made Keep all the words for the ones who play 'Cause I'm getting tired of the guessing game

We were alone and I was singing this song for you You taught me precious secrets of the truth withholding nothing You came out in front and I was hiding But now I'm so much better and if my words don't come together Listen to the melody cause my love is

'Cause here I come, here I come I've waited all my life to get out of the trenches I'm ready to fight for what I believe you can steal from me I won't take this Gonna fill these trenches and stand up Wake up, I won't give up Never again, never again will

I wanna move. Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Seven Thirty Seven comin' out of the sky. Oh! Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride, Playin' in a Travelin' Band. Yeah! Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, try'in' to get a hand,

Hey hey hey And I know now, that I'm so down She looks so perfect standing there In my American Apparel underwear Your lipstick stain is a work of art I've got your name tattooed in an arrow heart Let's get out