Gimmie back my alcohol, gimmie back my alcohol Heal a million, kill a million In my eyes, I'm not lazy In my face, it's not over In your room, I'm not 'll'over In your eyes, I'm not worth it Gimmie back my, gimmie back my Peel a million, feel a million

Won't you come round my way For some conversation, please It's a conversation piece Oh won't you come round my way Take me back to California To those crystal neon signs The traveling sensation I'm blinded by the light There are eyes on every corner

You should have known The price of evil And it hurts to know That you belong here, yeah Ooh, it's your fuckin' nightmare No one to call Everybody to fear Your tragic fate is looking so clear, yeah Nightmare!(now your nightmare comes to life)

I know that we can make it Just take my hand, we'll make a stand (Hey) It's you and me. The world will see Oh we can make it I would do anything, anything a man can do You're my strength and weakness I give it all for you I would climb any mountain How

Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh And doowutchyalike, Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh Everybody doowutchyalike And since you came here you gotta show and prove, Now if

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh Everybody get it started I’m on top of the world, what a feeling No one told me what I could be Now I’m walking on air, what a feeling I’m undefeated, undefeated, tonight Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

You're only gonna let me down When it counts, you countdown You're only gonna turn me out As I burn, you burn out You're only gonna make me feel so crazy But when I think we could be something You go and let me down, let me down, oh I think I might be a

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord I've been waiting for this moment, all my life, oh Lord Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord Well, if you told me you were

No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on

(Oh no oh oh) I love to see the ladies take full control (uh) Confidential the fact that she has her own (...) independent woman don't depend on a soul (...)(sweet) She's alright (She's alright) It don't matter what you want to offer her because she's