For the good times Don't look so sad I know it's over But life goes on and this world keeps on turning, yeah Let's just be glad, we have this time to spend together There is no need to watch the bridges that were burning Lay your head on my pillow hold

(Straight up, straight up) Me and my bitch, I swear we like the same sex (ooh) Fuck with all my chains on, let's have chain sex (serve) Wanna kick with the gang, you gotta bang it (it's lit) If you gon' throw ice on, gotta swang it (ice) Holes in the

For the good times Don't' look so sad I know it's over But life goes on And this world Keeps on turning Let's just be glad We have this time

The last, the last, the last The glow of the cities below lead us back To the places that we never should have left Let's see how deep we get The last blues we're ever gonna have I'm just a full tank away from freedom These are the last blues we're ever

Let's burn down the cornfield You hide behind the oak tree Stay out of danger 'till I return And we can listen to it burn Oh, it's so good On a cold night To have a fire Burnin' warm and bright And I'll make love to you while it's burnin

Let's hope it's a good one without any fear And so, this is Christmas (war is over) And so, happy Christmas (war is over) A very, merry Christmas, and a happy new year So, this is Christmas, and what have you done? Another year over, and a new one just

Catch me if you can I'm in the jailhouse now Well hey, hey Mr. Policeman Hey, hey Mr. Policeman Bet I can drive faster 'n you can C'mon hoss lets have some fun Go on shoot me with a radar gun You look bored and I sure am I got a 75 Firebird trans am

Let the good times roll, let the good times roll I don't care if you're young or old Get together, let the good times roll Hey, everybody, let's have some fun You only live but once And when you're dead you're done, so Don't sit there mumblin', talkin'

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone. Let's pretend that we're together, all alone. I'll tell the man to turn the jukebox way down low, And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go. Whisper to me, tell me do you love me true,

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life