It's a lonely road Full of tired men And you can see it in their faces And you'll be home in spring I can wait till then I heard you're on a big train And all this too shall pass This loneliness won't last for long I wasn't there to take his place

Would you please listen? Being young in the city Believe in saying something I'm scared of dying No gun required Or will this help me lay down? We can see it's missing When you bleed, say so we know

Can't you see we're out for blood Fight for the black shark See what evil brings Can't you see we're out for blood Love from a shotgun License to kill (Pre Chorus) The kids scream in fright through the night Loving every bit with delight

I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time. When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life, When I look back on my ordinary ordinary, ordinary life, Her name was written on a photograph, Right next to her red, sunburnt face, It all had happened

Please remember I still want you and in case you wonder why, Well, just wake up, kiss that good life goodbye. It's the good life, full of fun, seems to be the ideal, Yes, the good life, lest you hide all the sadness you feel, You won't really fall in

I see a dust trail following an old red Nova Baby blue eyes, your head on my shoulder You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom That sunset river bank first time feeling Wait, baby, don't move, right there it is T-shirt hanging off a dogwood branch

She is a missing person Missing person Missing person, missing person I've been asking some people, if they remember A girl they forgot, with brown eyes, hair cut, red dress Have you seen her? I think she's much leaner I guess she is missing, it's true

In these vigilant times I daydream-an innocuous crime My motionless stance-in my mind, I wander the land A bleak, dismal trance Constrained, unsafe, left in shame And now I can see my town is painted red Here forever I'll be where once my tears were

Pushing little children, With their fully automatics, They like to push the weak around, They like to push the weak around. Push the weak around, Beyond the Staples Center you can see America, With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace, Peaceful, loving

The last time I freaked out I just kept looking down I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about Felt like I couldn't breathe You asked what's wrong with me My best friend Lesley said, "Oh, she's just being Miley." The next time we hang