You're an S.M.F. Black sheep of the family, nothing like the rest Separate from the others, failing all their tests Can't they see you're different, so hungry and so lean You're a walking wonder, you're a metal machine Look and you'll see you're a lot

And American honey Blowin' in the wind Callin' out my name like a long lost friend Oh I miss those days as the years go by There's a wild, wild whisper Oh nothing's sweeter than summertime She grew up on a side of the road Where the church bells ring and

Close to you No you don't need my protection But I'm in love, can't blame me for checking I love in your direction, hoping that the message goes Somewhere close to you Like so close if they heard you, you wouldn't find out Nothing but a tear, that's all

Your solar eyes are like nothing I have ever seen I will for you John says to live above hell My will is well Somebody close that can see right through I'd take a fall and you know that I'd do anything Close to my skin I'm falling in someone who's been

You'll never be my hometown girl There's nothing like her in this world I'm tired of the get around girls Ain't nothing like my hometown girl (Ooh, why?) I'm missing someone else This will never be the same But I blame it on myself Because I can't make

Do you mean it ? March to the Black Queen A little bit of love and joy Ah aah ah aah Why don't you mean it ? Why do I follow you and where do you go Aah aah aah aah aah aah You've never seen nothing like it no never in your life Like going up to heaven

Wet with your blood I sharpen my sword No turning the other cheek like a coward Come tomorrow I may lay down and die This day we fight! For this I was chosen Because I fear nothing With confidence I tread through the dead of night Off to another war-torn

When a fire starts to burn, right, and it starts to spread She gon’ bring that attitude home Don’t wanna do nothing, what they like When a fire starts to When a fire starts

There’s nothing left to say, and so goodnight I’m empty like the day after Christmas Swept beneath the wave of your goodbye You left me on the day after Christmas Sad, how far you ran, I’ll search this land Up through the clouds then back here We could

You push the button and we'll do the rest There are things that I just cannot explain to you And those that I hope I don't ever have to The exotic sound of data storage Nothing like it First thing in the morning Bastard latin That's the best thing for it