Nobody can save you now It's the battle cry Just one more time before I go I'll let you know That all this time I've been afraid Wouldn't let it show Nobody can save me now, no Nobody can save me now King is crown, it's do or die

What ya got on tonight I miss you baby It's drivin' me crazy All I think about lately Is, girl I gotta have it You're makin' me imagine Show me what I'm missin' Girl I need a picture Of what ya got on tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

I'ma gonna show the way. Eighteen, balding, star Golden, fallen heart I'll be the one to show you the way You'll be the one to always complain Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang All out of fags and I just can't wait Cancel the thing that I said

I'm not sure if I should show you what I've found Has it gone for good? Or is it coming back around? Isn't it hard to make up your mind? When you're losing and your fuse is fireside I can't explain but I want to try There's this image of you and I And it

It must be imagination When the feeling isn't right? They say, you see it in a lover's eye But I'm wide awake tonight 'N I'm looking for a reason why It doesn't show Still somehow, I know Tell me that it just ain't so Say, I made the whole thing up

Sexy girl you came to party You and your girlfriends Three's company Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah) Hit your walk, hop to it I'ma show you how a real player do it Girl I don't mind, fun time Oh baby let me see you walk

Curry got the hair like a Super Saiyan, yuh, uh You the man, nah Pockets lookin' fatter than the Buddha man, yuh, uh Ricky Tan, uh, I'ma catch flight like I'm Jackie Chan, uh, yuh Nigga playin, uh Show these niggas how to fuckin' make a band, uh, uh

Let me show you a few things Let me show you a few things (show you a few things) I be on my suit and tie shit, tie shit I'ma leave it all on the floor tonight All pressed up in black and white And you're dressed in that dress I like Love is swinging in

Hello, hello Let me tell you what it's like to be a zero, zero I'm looking for a way out Let me show you what it's like to always feel, feel Let me show you what it's like to never feel, feel Like I'm good enough for anything that's real, real Looking

James Dean went out to Hollywood A young man from a small town With a very large imagination Gave way to the sound below And put his picture in a Picture Show. Every time he clicks his Kodak pics He steals a little bit of soul. Lay alone in his room with