Maybe it's the last night See now I just wanna live forever, and ever See now I don't wanna see an era, an era, an era She got that body, oh me oh my Send them pics to my phone, GPOY When the world was with this and that I was young, didn't know to hold

'Cause just like him, you always leave me crying A million little wishes float across the sky Picked you out and picked you up Hopin' that my luck would change Let the summer fill my lungs Superstition fill my brain But it's a waste of breath and it's

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned

Oh, Milady, I hope you know what I see, From this side of the sea, Quoi, quoi, quoi, disent les corbeaux, J’ai montré à vos petits, Des images du désert, Drapeau bas, Quoi, quoi, quoi, Sombre et cruelle est devenue mon âme, Mais la blessure était

This brutal love Drop-dead hideous How low is this brutal love Bitters and soda Anguish and shame The modern fool Something for my troubled mind

And American honey Blowin' in the wind Callin' out my name like a long lost friend Oh I miss those days as the years go by There's a wild, wild whisper Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime She grew up on a side of the road Where the church bells ring and

Every word you said (Love is what the word was) I was loving you like a child How could you have done that to us I really trusted you And every word you said In there every word, oh oh oh oh All the time you were smiling The same smile

Here and now our choices here are growing thin, As children grow they grow with what they see In these times where paranioa closes in Power and hate a rampaging disease In our minds we build the blocks to what we need In our minds we are reaching out for

I'm not good in a crowd, I got skills I can't speak of Things I've seen will chase me To the grave Backs to the wheel There's granite to shove They give it How does it feel

You made me Everything that I am You called me names 'till I became a name Now that's all that I understand Now the joke's on you 'cause the whole damn world's at the palm of the fool's hand Now the fool's got to choose And the joker's in the smoker with