Fall down on your knees and pray People steal, they cheat and lie For wealth and what it will buy Don't they know on the judgment day That their gold and silver will melt away I'd rather be in a deep, dark grave And know that my poor soul was saved Than

'Round and 'round they go Throw it up, watch it fall and drop Than to get down in a hole 1500, all in singles (straight up!) Rather be strapped and ride with a pole Champions, we run the city Number one, they fallin' from the top 'Round and 'round they

Swamp, swamp, swamp, swamp music For the rest of my natural born life Goin' catch a bream or maybe two Well, I'd rather live with the hound dogs Goin' down to the swamp Goin' watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon Well, I'm goin' down to the swamp Goin' to

Once again I'd much rather be me I love to look Out at the sea From the swing park here At Roome Bay Beach Today John Taylor Starts his month away On a boat, one ten miles east Of Aberdeen

I don't wanna be alone for a day (I don't wanna be by myself) I rather be alone with you, babe (don't leave me by myself) I done did enough time in the cave (enough time in the cell) I don't wanna be away from you, babe (let's be by ourself) I don't

I'll just be the outcast I guess I'll be the outcast I'm high off the music, my head's in the clouds I kinda like it up here, I am not comin' down I'd rather be alone, I am not good in crowds Which is kinda confusin', I've not been that way since I was a

N-n-n-no, no, no, no place I'd rather be When I am with you, there's no place I'd rather be If you gave me a chance I would take it It's a shot in the dark but I'll make it Know with all of your heart, you can't shame me With every step we take, Kyoto to

And I can show you the way It's just a game we play It's easy, takin' it day by day I've got no place to be And no one I'd rather see I won't hide if you decide To let me be your man

So keep on throwing your sticks and stones I'd rather fight with you all night Than never have you in my life I can't bear to let you go I can't bear to let, bear to let you go Oh you left a hole in me But I don't cut easily I'm only just holding up, on

I ain't pageant material I ain't exactly Ms. Congenial Sometimes I talk before I think, I try to fake it but I can't I'd rather lose for what I am than win for what I ain't I'm always higher than my hair And it ain't that I don't care about world peace