This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go (let's go) When we ride to that rider music, let's go Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back

Oh, I'm just a girl I'm alone, on my own Oh, but life goes on Trying to find a place in this world And that's all I know, I'll be strong, I'll be wrong And that's all I know I don't know what I want, so don't ask me 'Cause I'm still trying to figure it

Know your rights These are your rights Oh, know your rights Get off the streets This is a public service announcement With guitar All three of them You have the right not to be killed

And I'm the kind of person who starts getting kinda nervous When I'm having the time of my life Is there a word for the way that I'm feeling tonight? Happy and sad at the same time I never felt so high No, I've never been this far off of the ground And

Approaching original violence To each his own Life can do with one less watered-down excuse If this is over you can tell me it's no use Use, just tell me it's over There comes a time when we can't take the same abuse We can't continue on like this Now

The words you say with your last breath and the emptiness in space I can't tell you what to do This crossroad is your own But I know what we'll become We'll be outlaws on the run Do you think about the end? Do you think about the end? (That slow last

Set it off, boy, make me hot all over my body Break it off, boy, this has got me feeling naughty Break it off tonight (Break it off, take it off, no miss take it off) I wanna know, boy, if I can be your shorty (yo, yo) Let me know, boy, if I can be your

Color me this way Color me that way Color me inside out Color me upside down We painted our faces We were at resting place in for the light I must admit on that resting site We looked alright But now it's just traces

(La, la-la-la, la, la, la) I go a swingin' school Whoa-whoa-whoa (Ah, Bobby, ah) (We're glad you go to a swingin' school) (Whoa-oh, whoa-oh) Chicks (ah)

The masochism is alive, My desire for skin is unnerving, Flesh to flesh the taste of the death, temptations rise. Now if she could only speak we could set this everlasting, This girl in a box leaves me wanting more. This will be our little sweet six six