They spun a web for me Oh no I see And ah well if I ever caused you trouble A spider web it's tangled up with me And I lost my head And thought of all the stupid things I said Oh no what's this A spider web and I'm caught in the middle So I turned to run

They sat in an abandoned luncheonette Sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant on "this man's army" They were old and crusty She was twenty when the diner was a baby He was the dishwasher,

I could skate away on Oh I wish I had a river It's coming on Christmas They're cutting down trees They're putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace I wish I had a river I wish I had a river so long I would teach my feet to fly

She likes it my way, my way, My way, my way What I say goes, and I'm in control You can't satisfy her needs She keeps running back to see me do it Ooh, Ooh, Hey Yo see it's rare that you find people like us Cause all ya'll other (look) out there doing

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A LP, Jay-Z, help me up It starts with Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Oh they havin good old time out there This is fun Ladies and gentlemen let's put our hands together for the astonishing Welcome ladies

So hey, we brought our drum and this is how we dance No mistakin', we make our breaks, if you don't like our 808s We have no apologies for being Find me where the wild things are (oh my, we'll be alright, don't mind us) Find me where the wild things are

Want to whole lotta love Ah-keep it cooling baby I'm gonna give you my love A-way, way down inside Whole lotta love I'm gonna give ya my love My, my, my, my Hey, oh, hey, oh A-keep it cooling baby

East side, west side, we ride, we die all for this Oh my, my, I know why I can't fall for this All my life I tried, I cried, got pride in this All my life I'd hide, I stayed inside for this Hey-oh, hey-oh (let's go) Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-ey-oh Hey-oh, hey,

And all I gotta do Hey, me or you Oh, all I want to know Who'd I do this for With just a touch of my burning hand Prime directive, exterminate And your face just drops in a pile of flesh Till it pumps in death

Glory, glory hallelujah His truth is marching on Look away, look away, look away Dixieland Oh, I wish I was in the land of cotton Old times they are not forgotten Oh, I wish I was in Dixie, away, away In Dixieland I take my stand to live and die in Dixie