How to hate a bitch That owe you everything At least a wedding ring Moving on to better things So don't you call me talking 'bout them other fools I'm not good enough for you I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won't

"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell

She had it all figured out But she left me with a broken heart F***ed around and turned me down Cause she didn't think I could play the part But now the prom queen the prom queen See you never know how How everything could turn around Never forget the

(Oh) the thunder, Hell or Glory I don't want anything in between Then came a baby boy with long eyelashes Daddy said, "you gotta show the world the thunder!" Life's just a pay stub on death Only less diligent

You're guilty all the same Too sick to be ashamed You want to point your finger But there's no one else to blame Guilty all the same Tell us all again Show us all again What you think we should be What the answers are

That's how the story goes I will never forget The moment, the moment In the middle of the night When the angels scream I don't wanna live a life That I believe Time to do or die

Yeah we know all about you I won't believe a thing you say this time All them other girls told me how you play your game We know we know we know yeah All about you I know I'm better off without ya Even if you cross my mind I would always have to doubt

Oh oh raise your hands (Raise your hands) when you want to let a feeling show (Raise your hands) from New York to Chicago (Raise your hands) from New Jersey to Tokyo You're under the gun out on the run Gonna set the night on fire (Raise your hands) when

Are you sleeping with your own regret? On your side of the bed Tell me how, how'd you get so far away? All we have left, are the memories of the love we made Your side of the bed On your side of the bed, there's a picture of our wedding day A clock that

Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock As it stands against the wall Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops When the summer shower is through So a voice within me keeps repeating