Nobody, nobody Nobody can drag me down All my life You stood by me When no one else was ever behind me All these lights They can't blind me With your love, nobody can drag me down I'm not scared of the dark

Do a split on the dick (Do a split) If you really with the shits, lil' bitch (Lil' bitch) She ask her friends (What?), "Should I let him hit?" (What they say?) She say, "Girl, you better fuck him if he rich" New foreign, whippin it (Skrt) Blue face,

In another time girl In another place Darling I just want you to know Your tears wont leave a trace, In another time girl, You'll be surprised girl, Soon they will mean nothing to you They will fall into their own With them to

I live on a battlefield My new home is a shell-hole filled With tears and muddy water And bits of broken heart All around, there is desolation Scenes of devastation Of a love been torn apart I live on a battlefield, hey Surrounding by the ruins of a love

Dance on the ocean Summer days Summer days (like the summer days) They're playing our song Hold on to meet one more time Don't kiss me goodbye Don't know what you think you will find I don't wanna let you go We can make it on our own

In every way, so they say They say that falling love is wonderful It's wonderful, so they say And with the moon up above, it's wonderful It's wonderful, so they tell me I can't recall who said it I know I've never read it I only know they tell me that

And the preacher said he was a good man And his brother said he was a good friend But the women in the two black veils didn’t bother to cry Bye bye, bye bye Yeah they took turns laying a rose down Threw a handful of dirt into the deep ground He’s not the

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They

How about you? When a girl meets boy Life can be a joy But the note they end on Will depend on Little pleasures they will share So let us compare I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?

Pour me up a 4 and I'll feel like myself again Roll me up some dope and I'll feel like myself again Drivin' solo, I'm just swervin' through my ends I'mma break every box they try to put me in When I'm sober I just don't like who I am I got a lot of