Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door Mama take this badge from me I can't use it anymore It's getting dark too dark to see Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door, eh yeah Mama put my guns in the ground I can't

Hemingway's whiskey Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat If it was bad enough for him, you know it's bad enough for me Ah, it's tough

Knock, knock, knockin' on heavens door. Feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door. Ma, take this badge off of me. I can't use it any more. It's getting dark, too dark to see. Ma, take these guns away from me. I can't shoot them any more. There's a long

Stop now before it's too late Nothing lasts forever That's the way it's gotta be There's a great black wave in the middle of the sea for me The sound is not asleep, it's moving under my feet Bean eating in the ghetto on a hundred dollar plate Run from

God knows that I love you Too bad you don't have to, no no But you can't ever find me on my own Then it's goodbye on the train Couldn't care less about me Will I ever see you again? You're the girl that I'm meant for Making love in the bathroom Don't

Half of all of this is gonna have to do Is gonna have to do Well it's like... Life after death is life after you Too bad that knife in my back was so heavy I hope she's missing me already Life after this is life after you Felt like the earth was alive

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

'cause if you want to run cool On heavy, heavy fuel If you want to run cool Yes if you want to run cool, you got to run Last time I was sober, man I felt bad Worst hangover that I ever had It took six hamburgers and scotch all night Nicotine for

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

My bad, my bad for, trippin' on you (trippin' on you) I've been sippin', that's how I control This feelin', you keep givin' You keep on hittin' it ooh, oh Maybe it's your love, it's too good to be true Baby boy, your love, got me trippin' on you You know