People just love to play with words People just love to play, haven't you heard? I'm not tryin' to impress you with my lines They don't mean nothin' at all It's just another expression of mine It don't mean nothin' at all Mystifying, Oh no Crystalizing,

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

And I would turn on the TV But it's so embarrassing To see all the other people I don't know what they mean And it was magic at first But now this world is gonna hurt Turn it around When they spoke without sound You better turn that thing down

In the end it all goes away How do I feel What do I say Who can believe you The Kombucha mushroom people Sitting around all day Let your mother pray (sugar) Fuck you, it all goes away I'm not there all the time you know

And I'm feelin' strong I will sing this vict'ry song 'Cause I'm already gone Woo hoo hoo, my my, woo hoo hoo Yes, I'm already gone Already gone Well, I heard some people talkin' just the other day And they said you were gonna put me on a shelf But let me

How do you stay motivated in the midst of everything that's going on? How do you build your personal momentum and how do you get in the zone? Right, and I'm glad you asked. (Okay) Three things, you better catch it. My mother used to say, people love

Maybe now he could prove to her That he could be good for her And they should be together You're not like other people, you do what you want to He fell for her again, she watched it happen Every day, day by day But more important, night by night She

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

When you fall for the wrong one I just wanna know You know how it goes I love you, I hate you It ain't cool, it's fucked up Crazy how two people fall in love with each other Just to turn around and hurt one another It's fucked up 'Cause you know how it