Some people think I'm crazy, ohhh ahhh They think this paper changed me I'm glad to see another summer I got to thank the one above us Glad to see another summer Glad to see another summer, yeah Young Renzel, let's get it Look me in my eyes and tell me

Yeah! we make a lot of noise Refuse to sit down and be tamed We still think that we owe you some We sing it out loud we sing it out proud We thank you people for being around Supporting Volbeat with love and hell fire Gu'fanden do we care But we know who

Some people really Some people really are (O-o-o-o-one two one two Some dreams stay dreams some dreams come true) Some people (Yeah) Some people Still dreaming (And as the sun sets and the night falls) They are still dreaming (and them hoes call)

Please send me someone to love But it's my life, yeah Yes listen to the blues, people If it's not asking too much When the evening, the evening sun goes down You gonna find me somewhere hanging around The night life, people, it ain't no good life All the

Remind me, remind me YeahYeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Ooh, so they think I wanna die, yeah 'Cause my doors are suicide, yeah Bet my coffin would be nice, yeah Stud that bitch up with some ice, yeah These people don't want me alive, no They wanna play games with my life, oh The coupe doors are suicide, oh

You live in the city You move to the country You live in the hills You stay by yourself You evade all wickedness Still some people they brand you yeahyeah Just because you are rasta You evade all company When you check them in the new spying glass

Oh yeahyeah, once upon a time in the west Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Yes it's no

Remind me, remind me YeahYeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

I don't know what love is But I think I must have it bad YeahYeah, you know I don't know what love is people Whoa, but I think I must have it bad YeahYeah, you know some people say love is just a gamble But whatever it is, it's enough to drive old B. mad They