They think they know who I am. All they know is I love to kill. Face down, dead on the ground. Find me before another is found. Strangulation caused her death, Just like all the others. Raped before and after death; Stripped, naked, tortured.

No house on a hill full of life's finer things And I'll tell you right now there's a whole lot that I just can't do So girl, I can't buy you a big diamond ring Oh, but baby, don't think I can't love you I learned the hard way real early in life That

Give me a minute, I don't know what I'd say in it Beam me up, Let me be lighter, I'm tired of being a fighter,I think, A minute's enough, Could you beam me up, Just beam me up. There's a whole other conversation going on In a parallel universe

Row, row your boat 'Cause I've got my own boat Even if the whole world knows I don't give a damn about what they think I don't have to stand up to your gun I don't have to sit down when you say Tell me I'm overboard The truth is you just want to see me

No house on a hill full of life's finer things And I'll tell you right now there's a whole lot that I just can't do So girl, I can't buy you a big diamond ring Oh, but baby, don't think I can't love you I learned the hard way real early in life That

From the unknown I ran away, I don't think I'm coming back home Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Like a crawlspace, it's a dark place I roam Ain't no right way, just the wrong way I know I problem solve with Styrofoam My world revolves around a black hole

I don't know what love is But I think I must have it bad Yeah, you know I don't know what love is people Whoa, but I think I must have it bad Yeah, you know some people say love is just a gamble But whatever it is, it's enough to drive old B. mad They

I know that you know You might not think that I care But you don't know what I know Give me a minute there Just a minute now It'll come back to me Freewheelin' troubadour You took my mind off the scene Damn all those people who don't lose control

I put diamonds all on my wrist (aye) Livin' life like a dream but I don't get no rest I just got a new girl but I'm thinkin' who next Started off in first class now I'm jumpin' off a jet I put diamonds all in your bitch (aye) Neck on flood, wrist on

With the backlash blues Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you Just who do think I am You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to Vietnam You give me second class houses And second class schools Do you think that alla