Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

I did it my way And did it my way And more, much more than this And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I've traveled each and every

My collection of nightmares, thoughts, and real life situations I've lived 17 is the number tattooed on the right side of my head My own personal number Soon to be explained in future interviews or instances By listening to this album, you are literally

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine In our yellow submarine In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed up to the sun Till we found a sea of

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Now Jesse had a wife Lived a lady all her life And children they were brave But history does record That Bob and Charlie ford Have laid poor Jesse in his grave Jesse James we understand Has killed many a man He robbed the union trains

Where are the dreams that we once had? This is the time to bring them back. What were the promises caught On the tips of our tongues? Do we forget or forgive? There's a whole other life waiting to be lived when One day we're brave enough To talk with

Where are the dreams that we once had? This is the time to bring them back. What were the promises caught On the tips of our tongues? Do we forget or forgive? There's a whole other life waiting to be lived when One day we're brave enough To talk with

We all live in a yellow submarine Yellow submarine, yellow submarine In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines So we sailed up to the sun Till we found the sea of green And we lived