State, state, state, state of the art (Hold the phone, it's so) (Oh my God, it's so) (State of the art) When the cotillion arrived We threw out the television I'm Model D 575 Has custom flute presets And Harmony-Plus in addition

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

Population one since yesterday Livin' and dyin' in the hell I made Right now my mind's in another state Ain't enough heart here left to break I drove half way to town last night And I turned around In a field of fireflies makin' such a lonely sound As my

Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer Since I came out the nut sack I'm in a murderous mind-state With a heart full of terror I see the devil in the mirror

Hello summer, goodbye to my heart Blue skies and blue eyes, a hell of a way to start Letting him go would be the hardest part He pulled into that parking lot with them out of state tags I fell in love before he unpacked his bags One look, one smile, one

Well I'm forming and I'm warning The stadium arcadium A mirror to the moon (a mirror to the moon) State of the art Until the clouds come crashing Stranger things have happened Both before and after noon (before and after noon) Pushin' myself And no I

And I never thought, not in a million years That I'd meet so many lovers So when you gaze at planet earth from outer space Does it wipe that stupid look off of your face? I saw this aura over the battleground states I lost the money, lost the keys But

I'm in a southern state of mind. No matter what state I'm in, I'm in a southern state of mind." I could be anywhere In my heart I'm always there. I was up in New York City, Just the other week. You shoulda seen the waitress face When I ordered sweet tea.

No need to state the obvi', I be close to your heart I know you looking for real love I got my hand on my Glock, posted on the block I might just let off a shot, at anyone tryin' to kill love Are you who I be in this weekend If so, let's get lost in the

And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45 Swimming through the ashes of another life No real reason to accept the way things have changed Staring down the barrel of a 45 What ever happened to the young man's heart? Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell