You know we've got to find a way Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality What's going on Ya, what's going on Right on baby Mother, mother There's too many of you crying

Cause' I don't know, But that's the price, You have to pay. One of these good ole days, One of these good ole days! Open your eyes, So you can see, Little girl, That you hurt me,

They don't know what love is You can leave your hat on You give me a reason to live Baby, take off your coat...(real slow) Baby, take off your shoes...(here, I'll take your shoes) Baby, take off your dress Yes, yes, yes Go on over there and turn on

I got high hopes Got high hopes Give me help, give me strength Give a soul a night of fearless sleep Give me love, give me peace Don't you know these days you pay for everything Monday morning runs to Sunday night Screaming slow me down before the new

Forever we will be Forever faithfully Forever starts today Forever's every day Still endless days and nights I wait for you 'Cause deep inside this flame I know it's true And through it all

Yes, it's got to me If there's been a fool around It's got to be me You soothe me with your smile You're letting me know You're the best thing in my life If I could make you see Why are you right when I'm so wrong

You're not a ship to carry my life You are nailed to my love in many lonely nights I've strayed from the cottages and found myself here For I need your love your love protects my fears And I wonder sometimes and I know I'm unkind But I need you to turn

Who am I, who am I Without you, without you? What are you running from? You're back for a minute and you're gone And I wanna know where it's coming from Where this is coming from And I wanna know what you're running from Hold me up to the light Tell me

(Don't you know she's got a) (Don't you know she's got a baby) Brenda's (Brenda's) Got a (got a) Say that one more time Brenda Got a (baby) I hear Brenda's got a baby

You're just the last of the real ones (You're just the last of the real ones) 'Cause you're the last of a dying breed Write our names in the wet concrete I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me I'm here in search of your glory There's been a