Say it loud and clear For the whole wide world to hear I got the right To make up my mind So turn up the drum Yeah, we must have different shoes on We're marching to a different beat So baby put your boots on Keep marching to a different beat

Turn the party up Drink the good times down Little buzz in a cup Will hit ya get ya space bound Sip a little whiskey come on baby kiss me Let me get a drip of your frisky gypsy And when ya hit ten bump it to eleven Tonight we gonna fly with them 747's

It's my soul up there I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be the king of pain There's a little black spot on the sun

You've got a girl at home, And everybody knows that, Everybody knows that, Don't look at me, Ah ah, don't look at me, Everybody knows that. And it would be a fine proposition, If I was a stupid girl, I see you turn off your phone,

I stand here alone on the bow of the ship Counting the hours 'til I die Abandoned to fate with no chance of return I raise up my fist to the sky But know that these days were the best of our lives And nothing can take that away So when we are dead we

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day Look at those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Lately I've been questioning Am I all

Shake that shit Drop it down on it Made me get a couple bands drop it down on it Make you get a couple friends drop it down on it Turn around drop it down, drop it down on it Do it for a real nigga, do it for a boss Do somethin' for a boss, do somethin'

That’s the only way I know Don’t stop 'til everything’s gone Straight ahead, never turn round Don’t back up, don’t back down Full throttle, wide open Dig a little deeper when you think you can’t dig no more You get tired and you don’t show it That's the

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week