To be there, To be there Don't you know, I'm on call She said call me now baby, And I'd come a running, I'm on call, One and all

Is anyone there at all? So look at me in the eye ('Cause I'm not leaving) You say you wanna, but do you wanna run away Where're you going? Always running back to me to call it quits again 'Cause I'm not dreaming 'Cause I'm not leaving Is anyone, yeah, is

Someone kill the DJ, shoot the fucking DJ Walkin' after dark In the New York City park The blood left on the dance floor Runnin', runnin' red The bullet that you asked for Killin' you to death Voices in my head are sayin'

When we're tangled up and can't resist When we feel that rush, that's where it is In a midnight talk, in a morning kiss When I'm in your arms, that's where it is That's where it is In the circles I've been running I've covered many miles And I could

I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit, I be on bullshit I'm in the foreign with the full clip Ridin' with the full clip on some rich bullshit I'm in love with a hood bitch I give her this good dick on some drunk bullshit If that's my pussy, put my name on

Five nails through the neck Knock him out with chloroform Surreptitious trapping tack Drag the body to the trunk Take the captive to the house and down into the basement Binding method is extreme Unconscious I will pierce the hands and feet Arms and legs

Play by the rules You're gonna miss all the fun He was a melon stealin' A do-it-anywayin' Playin' hooky from school A water tower poet class of '73 He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me

Consider me gone. If I'm not the one thing you can't stand to lose If I'm not that arrow to the heart of you If you don't get drunk on my kiss If you think you can do better than this then I guess we're done Let's not drag this on Every time I turn the

Everything shines, Hey, come this May, We'll be running in the sun again, your time will come. You're just a young broken heart. Been out sleepin' in the yard, how could you be so dumb? All we losers stand in line just waiting for our time. Broken angel

Now, she is a little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Mmm, she is the little queen of spades, and the men will not let her be Everytime she makes a spread, hoo, fair brown, cold chill just runs all over me I'm gon' get me a gamblin'