Can you feel it? Pumps through your veins Led by a beating heart You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself a path upon the ground You ran into the night, you can't be found But, this is your heart If you had your gun Would you shoot it at

Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie don't surf Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from

Cross the country, cross the country You may never been there, catch me cross the country Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country She don't understand English but she want me I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country It's been a long

If I wanted, I could take you from your man (please believe it) With my eyes closed, I could have you eating out the palm of my hand And all your little girlfriends, too (No you can't, you're a playa, I don't want you) Yes I can, and I will if I, if I

Lord, let me die in the Iodine State Palmetto rose in the AC vent Cross-stitched pillow where the head rest went He said his cab was his orneriest friend Left him jumping like trees in the wind Thought he had the red lights memorized Glass in the gravel

I feel it for the first time I found a new place here I’m coming down fast I won’t break down tonight

My California king In this California king bed We're ten thousand miles apart I'll be California wishing on these stars For you're heart on me So how come when I reach out my finger Chest to chest Nose to nose Palm to palm

Oh-oh-oh ay Hey, baby, this is who I am I shouldn't have to say it for you to understand 'Cause you already got me in the palm of your hand Just wait a couple lifetimes and ask me again No I do oh-oh ay Hello, is this thing on?

Give me a shot at the night Give me a moment, some kinda mysterious Once in a lifetime (once in a lifetime) Once in a lifetime Once in a lifetime, the suffering of fools To find our way home, to break in these palms Once in a lifetime, the breaking of

Palms are fitted black and finely tuned He won't come down To triggers that cause bodies that tremble But this mud looks shallow from the beach When we hide behind such ugly faces And the dark eyed woman lifts her head "Why do we hide behind such ugly