I used to wonder what it feel like But now, I know, achieved the goal I ran the race I won the gold Maybe if I go platinum they'll remember me then I don’t know how but I'mma find a way Feeling like my dream is a world away (You can really do anything,

I just want to live while I'm alive (It's my life) It's my life I ain't gonna live forever My heart is like an open highway Like Frankie said I did it my way And it's now or never This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the

And on the tracks I would go they lead to the sea To be amongst the animals... Now I always knew that I would spend a lot of time alone... Spend all my time amongst the animals... Now that I'm alone I feel the lonely brokeness Of all the wicked avenues

It's too late to pretend You know me better than I know myself Don't take my heart and put it on a shelf Always someone else The next guy who will Make your cold heart melt I'm gonna give my love to someone else La la la la la She's such a flirt

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

Ayo blast that shit, Max Blast that shit back if you blastin' I've been kicked when I was down None of that shit matter now Everything will be okay Man, just stay up out my way Skit around ends with the bros and I'm kitted to the toes If I touch studio

Feelin' blue, blue, blue, blue, blue. Hey, look over yonder out in the rain, Soakin' wet fever in my brain. Now, I ain't certain which way to go, But I got to move, sure. I'm feelin' blue. I'm feelin' blue. Hey, look over yonder behind the wall,

Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition He pushed me 'round Now I'm drawin' the line He lived his life Now I'm gonna go live mine I'm sick of wastin' my time Well now I've been good for way too long Found my red dress and I'm gonna throw it on 'Bout to

It's getting old The bad news Why turn on my TV When it's only tragedy Why turn on my radio When the headlines hurt you know We are all immigrants Sorry for the bad news It's always an issue

Can't eat, can't sleep, can't seem to find time anymore Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor I know my way, I know that I'll find her somehow It's a silly situation, it's just infatuation, no need to be sorry Angela carries me back to