I hate to see that evening sun go down 'Cause my baby, he's gone left this town Feelin' tomorrow like I feel today If I'm feelin' tomorrow like I feel today I'll pack my truck and make my give-a-way St. Louis woman with her diamond ring Pulls that man

I'm not free at all (Ooh, ooh, ooh) My heart is like a haunted house They make their music in the night There's things in there that scratch about And in the day they give me such a fright There's things in there that scream and shout Wish I could find a

You've got your war against my head Take away every single pain (see my pain!) That infects each and every day (everyday!) I will bury you once and for all You're a monster, you're built to fall Push that button, make it end (You're built to fall! You're

We start believin' now that we can be who we are, grease is the word We take the pressure, and we throw away conventionality, belongs to yesterday There is a chance that we can make it so far I saw my problems and I'll see the light We got a lovin'

Make my day Get your booty on the floor tonight I don't want a place to stay Make my make, make my day While your feet are stompin' And the jam is pumpin' Pump it up a little more See cause that's where the party's at

Rolling in the warm sunshine And if I never told you, told you I'm givin' you the rest of my life 'Cause we got the fire tonight And it makes me wanna dance with my baby Just keep on movin' and groovin' to the daylight I'll be right beside you, baby Till

Long gone, long gone, long gone Leave her in the past but I know I'll miss her I kept all of her paraphernalia Left her makeup and her panties on my bedroom dresser Think about the days when I used to undress her Cardo got wings Now we cookin' up (yeah)

I'm slipping away In every way I can't stay awake But trying to make it Through each day I'm falling apart I'm finding it hard there's a hole in my heart

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to make me tight is Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips Trick or

That don't make me a bad guy I'm only good as I gotta be Don't scar my resume Better dance on the wild side Don't you give me a black eye Judgin' by my day-to-day He's in love with a heart-to-key Hey, that don't make me a bad guy