Do I belong (All my missteps, I retrace Every failure, I'll erase My pride is gone I find the strength to carry on Looking back, what's left of me Am I the person that I wanna be) One by one, they stand single file To see the king of the hill atop his

We'll remember these words for better or worse Those whirlwind loves they fade so fast A heart may die, it's a matter of fact And it's up to us To remember these words baby We can't keep that heartbreak trapped inside We gotta let it go to keep our love

As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow. Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer. Even now the intensity of his

Jingle all the way Oh, what fun it is to ride In a one horse open sleigh Hey, jingle bells, jingle bells It's Christmas Jingle bells, jingle bells

If I had a rocket launcher, if I had a rocket launcher Here comes the helicopter, second time today Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away How many kids they've murdered only God can say, hey If I had a rocket launcher, I'd make somebody pay I don't

Far from their land as they made their stand A disregarded demand It's surrender or die and the stakes are high Still disregarding demand They would never comply, they would rather die They live or they die, there's no time for goodbye Weapon in hand,

And the cradle will rock Yes the cradle, cradle will rock And when some local kid gets down They try an' drum him outta town Oh yeah, get up

I met you at a bus stop, told me your name Not now, not back then And all we'll ever be is 2 kids (2 kids) Making our way through this great, big city 2 kids (2 kids) Watching the lights 'cause they look so pretty I never would've guessed we'd end up

Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom I want you to be mon amour Ooh, you give me butterflies Ooh, you feel like paradise Ooh, we should sneak away Bom, bom-bom, bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom-bom (hey) This is a private jam I see you walking with a hippie

Evil people with evil minds Slaughter their victims with ripping knives They should be caught and put to death Strapped to the chair, they should die there Blood spewing from their eyes As you hear their sinful cries Destroy their evil minds We should