Devil's in the house of the risin' sun. Chickens in the bread pen pickin' out dough. Granny, does your dog bite? No, child, no. The devil went down to Georgia, He was looking for a soul to steal, He was in a bind he was way behind, he was willin' to make

I keep telling myself I'm not the desperate type Sitting out dances on the wall Trying to forget everything that isn't you I'm not going home alone 'Cause I don't do too well on my own But you've got me looking in through blinds I'm sleeping my way out

I always got it on me Just in case you want me So, if you’re looking for my love Then light it up I get so neurotic about it baby ‘Cause I know you’re reading your phone I can’t help from going crazy Thinking you might not be all alone I wake up, I check

Alone again Spend some time away Getting ready for the day you're born again Spend some time alone Understand that soon you'll run with better men No use looking out It's within that brings that lonely feeling Understand that when you leave here

Put your hands in the air One more time If you hear me out there I've been looking for you day and night Shine a light in the dark Let me see where you are 'Cause I'm not gonna leave you behind If I told you that you're not alone And I show you this is

You want more (why?) A little party never hurt no one You're so Art Deco, out on the floor Shining like gun metal, cold and unsure Baby, you're so ghetto You're looking to score When they all say hello You try to ignore them 'Cause you want more

Step out, step out of the sun When you're falling in a forest and there's nobody around Do you ever really crash, or even make a sound? On the outside, always looking in Will I ever be more than I've always been? 'Cause I'm tap, tap, tapping on the glass

Hey Bob I'm looking at what Jack was talking about And it's definitely not a particle that's nearby. It is a bright object and it's obviously rotating because it's flashing, It's way out in the distance, certainly rotating in a very rhythmic fashion

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

And so I can't keep this up I have had enough 'cause you can count me out Well I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun it hits like a punch in the face With