My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song? I've heard a

(Ah summer nights) Summer nights and my radio Well that's all we need, baby, don'tcha know? We celebrate when the gang's all here In the heat of the summer Ain't no way I'm sittin' home tonight

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws You can't help but hollering, yee haw! When you see them pretty little country queens Man you gotta admit that's in them jeans Ain't nothing wrong, just

I'm running from my past (Bane) That's why I wear the mask The devil out to get me, moving pretty fast Head on collision, I'm tryna avoid the crash (pain) These blood sucking leeches, all they want is the cash You don't get the picture, it could be gone

I want to write you a song Everything I need I get from you Givin' back is all I wanna do I want to lend you my coat I want to build you a boat One that's beautiful as you are sweet With just a hint of pain For the feeling that I get when you are gone

We'll get higher and higher Oh that's what dreams are made of Straight up we'll climb Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes, save all The tears you've cried World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down

Used to not be allowed in the building But now we on the rooftop Lotta money, lotta luggage, lotta hoes When you putting in work, that's how it goes Alota shit done change New clothes new cars new things Them same boys that used to be at the bottom Came

Don't leave me high Don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week I bet you think that's pretty clever, don't you boy? Flying on your motorcycle Watching all the ground beneath you drop Kill yourself for recognition Kill yourself to never ever stop You broke

All the love that's here tonight Money cannot buy There's just you and I So lift your hands toward the sky Lift your hands toward the sky We don't wanna fight So sing with me our battle cry Sing with me our battle cry

Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry Two jumps in a week, I bet you think that's pretty clever don't you, boy? Flying on your motorcycle, watching all the ground beneath you drop You'd kill yourself for recognition; kill yourself to never ever stop