And I can't get enough of the things that she does She's gonna be my midnight queen Locked and loaded I'm ready to go She's got ahold of me and ain't lettin' go And I can't get enough of The things that she does, alright There's other places that are

I'm on the nightrain One more time tonight Loaded like a freight train Feelin' like a space brain Flyin' like an aeroplane Fill my cup I never learn

You say kill 'em I said I got 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Choppa with choppa stay loaded Bullet shells all on your floor Trying to get higher Ruby got fire I'm fucked up

Redeemer redeemer of souls Redeemer of souls He's the last to obey Watch him seizing the day On the skyline The stranger draws near Feel the heat and he's shaking with fear Time to settle the score He's loaded to feel their remorse

All I'm ever askin' for is time I just needed time to clear my mind What I want is already mine (It my fault, yeah yeah) I got women callin' my phone like I owe them some' It's kinda my fault, I guess I showed them some' No shit, I treat my dick like

Listen to my ambition 'cause I'm on one Swingin' for the fences for the home run Even further beyond in to the universe But I got to make it to first, first It feels like every second is being stolen You got the ball, I'mma take it home But I'm lyin',

So tell me, why do I keep holding on? Oh, why do I keep staring down the barrel of a loaded gun? Then tell me why can't I just can't let go? Somebody knows, then tell me She said she loved me, all night long I couldn't help but let her string my heart

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet;

Nothing shocks you like a bullet hole Leaving my fear on the danger line Leaving my faith on the danger line My sixteen locked and loaded All fear has been avoided You say the words and my weapon is drawn This one could be my last time Some people call

To my sweet home Chicago Back to the land of California Oh, baby don't you want to go? Baby don't you want to go? Now one and one is two Two and two is four I'm heavy loaded, baby I'm booked, I gotta go Cryin' baby