Hey, Hey, Hey Tell me why can't you see, it's not the way When we all fall down, it won't be too late Why is there no reason we can't change When we all fall down, who will take the blame Will it take All of us believe That this is not up to you The fact

Stranded at the drivin', branded a fool What will they say Monday at school? Sandy, can't you see I'm in misery? We made a start, now we're apart There's nothing left for me Love has flown, all alone I sit and wonder why yi-yi-yi Oh why you left me, oh

Behold this Proud Crestfallen Parade Dead Bodies towered up like this dividing Rampart The Hopes of yesterday forgotten and interred Burnt to the Ground Lacerate my Neverland belauded My Otherworld elapsed My silver Lining Another false Dawn collapsed

When I spend the summer on you We were in love with the sun We were in love with the sun, sippin' on coke and rum Way head up in the clouds but when I look back now Ain't nothing else I would do Our troubles all under rocks Our troubles all under rocks,

It's gonna be all right Somehow it's gonna be all right Panic attack, attack Attack, attack, attack Stop and breathe, stop and breathe I can't get my breath Pain beating in my chest Got nothing left Kinda feels like life or death

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

All by myself I don't need anyone at all I know I'll survive I know I'll stay alive It will be mine No one can take it from me You think that I can't live without your love You think I can't go on another day

I still hear you sing my sweet love Evelyn In fact I'm so lonely I Dance with delusional angels of sin Kill false demons you might kill false angels too That's not what we wanna do Evelyn visions in the sky, all on my shoulder, all in my mind In fact I'm

To all my Brooklyn (Niggas!) To all my Uptown (Niggas!) To all my Bronx (Niggas!) To all my Queensbridge (Niggas!) (Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga!) That's a real nigga for ya Back up chump, you know Biggie Smalls rips it quick And kicks it quick, you know

Distractions, Reactions The only way to go is to go away Discarded, Retarded Before I let you go, you have to let me Maximize our prize of a record It's all on the path and the words are of murder This time I won't give in I will save you from my sins