I've been thinking about Setting my house on fire Can't see a way out of the mess I'm in And the bills keep getting higher All I need is a match and a gallon of gas God I'm getting tired Gonna set this house on fire Going off the deep end

I ain't no angel I still got a still few more dances with the devil I’m getting there I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get But I’m better than I used to be I’m cleanin' up my act, little by little I know how to

I wanna hold you, wanna hold you tight One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya One way or another I'm gonna win ya One day, maybe next week Na na na na na na na na na I`m

I'm still gonna be the reckless wheel that kicks up all that gravel I can feel the roots underneath these boots when I walk the road less traveled I'm still the son of the back in them good old days Yeah, what you see is what you get, no matter what

And your love is the best thing that I got And it’s only just begun, but it’s never gonna stop I know sometimes it seems like I I'm just a little bit behind I get back on the beat and you know it So what if I just wanna be a little bit out of my mind I

On the night train Here I'm going Wlakin' with my baby in my arms 'Cuz I am in the wrong end of the eight ball black And the devil, see, he's right behind us And this worker said she's gonna take my little baby My little angel back But they won't getcha,

Both day and night and night and day You're gonna see a lot of me I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you I'll make you love me, wait and see I'm gonna haunt you, I'm gonna haunt you Oh what a pest I'm gonna be I'll be the spoon in your coffee The knife

I got this feeling that they're gonna break down the door I got this feeling they they're gonna come back for more See I was thinking that I lost my mind But it's been getting to me all this time And it don't stop dragging me down Silently reflection

I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone There’s gonna be some rainy Sundays I know you don’t believe that, you’re wrong I know you don’t believe that, but you’re wrong Wishing one day, I’ll see you again Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself But I know you’re

We are meant for more Pull the handle on the door that opens up to change I know that sounds so strange Is anyone watching us down here? I'm writing down my dreams, all I'd like to see Starting with the bees or else they're gonna die There won't be no