Oh! Mama, Mama look there! Your children are playing in that street again Don't you know what happened down there? A youth of fourteen got shot down there The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town The killing clowns, the blood money men Are shooting those

Broken summer, broken summer To us, back to us Pulling on my sweatshirt, looking at your picture 'Cause that broken summer's hanging over me Drowning in the sunshine, and I spend a long time Thinking, girl, you got the best of me Hopping on a flight,

I'm burnin' up, I'm burnin' up, y'all I'm burnin' up When you got the love of somebody Yeah, when you got the love of somebody Yeah, when you got the love Oh, I want you, yeah, I want you Oh, I want you Cool me down now with your love, girl Cool me down

Oh give me some of that magic, magic Baby, oh, oh You know I gotta have it, have it It's the way you look when you want me close When your hair falls down raining glitter and gold Oh give me some of that magic, magic baby Make me want you more and

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on

It's over now When she comin' for my heart, it feels like Armageddon I'ma turn the tables, promise you will not forget it Won't apologize, don't give a fuck if you're offended No discussion, yeah we gotta go our separate ways Won't take me down in flames

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight You gotta strike when the

The longer it goes well, the shorter your fuse Maybe you'd know if you walked in my shoes Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do Babe you got a mean streak There in your shadows, save room for me What did I do, tell me what did I say That kicked up the

Got it like aye Got it like aye boom da da I can’t help myself I could be your drummer girl Move it like this Loving how you put it down with me Move to the beat of my drum

You're driving this thing tonight Just pick the spot, say the word Baby, what you got? We can go uptown, show out Spend every dime in my pocket We can hit the outskirts, red dirt Riding these roads like a rocket You can be my freeway DJ Just tell me