Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old Fed up with life and the way things are going He decides to rob a liquor store (I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes) But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart And suddenly, his conscience

Melatonin, baby, take it this time We don't wanna end up hurtin' tomorrow Long term or temporary, I can't decide How much of my love can you borrow? Tried my best to build you up from the bottom After laughter comes tears Tighten up, baby, yes, I fell

Baby, it's a fine line I'm holding on, you're holding back Can't you hear me knockin' at your door? But you're taking your sweet time In love, out of touch Baby, it's a real fine line Completely complacent So decidedly vacant I keep waiting for something

To be joyful, joyful Joyful and happy, sunny and bright Joyful and happy, just being alive Doctors' notes, swinging votes, but I can't decide If I stay here much longer, surely will die Lived the life full of vice wwith passion and crime Can't say I'm

Fly (fly, fly, fly, fly) Let it fly (let it fly, let it fly, let it fly) Let it fly like the birds in the sky Hotter than the weather in July I done did so much I can't decide Word, word to my guys She just get so wet, I slip and slide Had to get it back

Burned out stars they shine so bright All the stars I'm in the front row with a bottle Don't know what I can't decide Don't know what I can't describe I'm in the front row I'm a model He's not perfect he's my hero Smashing the piano

What the fuck is different? Dammit man I knew it was a mistake (You brought it outta me) Mistake Man, I can't believe I'm doing this I can't believe I'm doing this Even if you run Ah, fucking you will be mine! I will find you I decided I want you

What the fuck is different? Dammit man I knew it was a mistake (You brought it outta me) Mistake Man, I can't believe I'm doing this I can't believe I'm doing this Even if you run Ah, fucking you will be mine! I will find you I decided I want you

So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow

You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring I can't keep this on the low Ring, ring, ring, ring Should I call first? I can't decide I want to, but a bitch got pride The