Mash it up now That's exactly what we gonna do Make it good You are so beautiful You are so wonderful And you can make your dreams Make them come true You get through everything And cast a laugh and sing

sun lights up the sky hummingbirds fly everything must change and mysteries do unfold for that's the way of time no one, and nothing goes unchanged there are not many things in life one can be sure of except rain comes from the clouds rain comes from the

(I'm feeling better since you know me) (I was a lonely soul, but that's the old me) It's been a long time coming since I've seen your face I've been everywhere and back trying to replace Heart still beating but it's not working But with you, I feel again

I'm Carrie not-the-kind-of-girl-you'd-marry Are you sure you want to hear more What if I ain't worth the while Not the style you'd be looking for If I'm sweet tonight Things look different in the morning light I'm jealous and I'm proud If you hurt my

You do it to yourself You do it to yourself, you do Is that you do it to yourself And that's what really hurts Just you, you and no one else Can't get the stink off He's been hanging round for days Comes like a comet Suckered you but not your friends

Welcome to a new kind of tension All across the alienation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow We're not the ones who're meant to follow For that's enough to argue Don't wanna be an American idiot Don't want a nation

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

You touch me like a razor blade I wish there was some other way right now, oh oh And like a house on fire we're up in flames I'd burn here if that's what it takes To let you know I won't let go of you, oh oh So I'll just hold you like a hand grenade Of

What's gonna come? Tethered to a bird of sorrow A voice that's buried in the hollow You've given over to self-deceivin' Your prostrate bowed would not be leavin' You've squandered more than you could borrow You've bet your joys on all tomorrows For the

This is not, this is not I'm just saying boy Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo' No they told me kill them all, goddamn though I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though On two feet, that's where I stand though I'm a true fucking