Get that dough-oh-oh-oh I've been runnin' 'round now for so long, yeah I've been kneadin', kneadin' 'til I'm sore, 'til it grow-oh-oh-oh It seems that every day and everywhere I go, yeah, I see ya Baby, I've just gotta let you know Take back all your

Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight Returning to our silver screens Comic book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes whose stories were told Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range Turn on

And now all I can do is smile And fade into the background I'll say congratulations and I'll fade into the background She looks so good in that white dress At the far end of the aisle Standing where I should be standing Some other man on his face there's

Leaves are falling, the wind is blowing so cold The end, cycle, peel to the core Fall to the ground All dies again Vision faces disintegrator It all came back to me Non could be lower, crawling under The weight I can't take I eat all, wild and virgin The

Yeah, we all fall down The higher we fly the harder it feels when we hit the ground What makes a man work until it's kids too old to kiss and hug He won't climb another imaginary mountain when he is in love enough What makes a man build a kingdom all

We're building it up We can't wait To burn it to the ground And you were there at the turn To break it back down To burn it down And fan the flames As your blazes burn Waiting to let me know

They doin' the mess around, Everybody doin' the mess around They doin' the mess around Ah, you can talk about the pit, barbecue The band was jumpin', the people too Ah, mess around Ah, everybody was juiced, you can, bet your soul They did the

What goes around comes back to you Holy God man Well won't you lend me insight To your counterfeited tyranny Mouth fulls of christian view Thou hath to be blind Ends so plain to me Out of body and beside myself

I felt so free Where I wanted to be The days went so fast How I wish they could last So far from my homeland I´m lost in time For that peace of mind Those sacred landscapes Come miles around

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I’m fairly local, I’ve been around I’ve seen the streets you're walking down I’m fairly local, good people now It’s the few, the proud, and the emotional Yo, this song will never be on the radio Even if my clique were to pick