I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!

Just one more thing Can we fix it back in the pocket See I, I want a lady I can put stock in All I need to know is Do we fit in the pocket, When the dreams and the drums start rocking I want a bass and back beat to lock in I want to know real love's not

It's a foregone conclusion So blame it on me I really don't care I was a worm, I was a creature I get on the ground the second I'd see you You cannot command your love I wasn't a catch, I wasn't a keeper I was walking around like I was the one who found

With the same damn hunger To be touched, to be loved, to feel anything at all We're not lovers, we're just strangers (You lost it) When I wake up all alone And I'm thinking of your skin I remember, I remember what you told me Said that we're not lovers,

Little girl, I want to marry you I see you walking, baby, down the street Pushing that baby carriage at your feet I see the lonely ribbon in your hair Tell me I am the man for whom you put it there You never smile girl, you never speak You just walk on

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

Am I wrong, 'cause I wanna get it on, till I die Y’all, y’all remember me Get it on, till I die, get it on, till I die At the way you’ll die Sold me out, taking change Told me your name, we had, all the lanes Held me down Last chance fancy pants, oh very

'Cause you and tequila make me crazy Run like poison in my blood One more night could kill me, baby One is one too many, one more is never enough Baby, here I am again Kicking dust in the Canyon wind Waiting for that sun to go down Made it up Mulholland

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and

If there's a black hole heading for hell Then maybe count me in? I sold my soul so long ago I've got the white line fever And I never toured for sin The bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go As I breathe, my disease brings me to my knees All you need