Our honeymoon Dreaming away your life Say you want me too We both know that it’s not fashionable to love me But you don’t go 'cause truly there’s nobody for you but me We could cruise to the blues Wilshire Boulevard if we choose Or whatever you want to do

Warning lights are flashing down at Quality Control Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole There's rumors in the loading bay and anger in the town Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down There's a meeting in the boardroom

I've been too low, so it's high time It's high time To slow my roll Let the grass just grow and lean way back It's a fine time To let it it all go Been missing my roots I'm getting rid of the flash Nobody needs a thousand-dollar suit just to take out the

Ooh na na na Ooh na na now Na na nanana na na Put your hands in the air if you're lovin' tonight Keep your hands in the air if you're spendin' the night Everybody say it like I'm 'bout to spend all this cash Everybody say

And on and on I know, I know You'll never be mine I like the way you spread confusion I like the way my heart is booming On and on, you'll never be mine I know, I know, yeah I like the way your body moving I'll be waiting

They never will know They never will find In the furnace Charring the flesh The body is ash Burning the corpse Consumed by the flames There is no trace Stab the knife into the face and then wrench the blade inside

Lord it's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar Where do we take it from here? Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars It's been the same way for years We need a change Somebody told me, when I came to Nashville "Son, you finally got it made" Old Hank made it

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had You must treat your lover girl right If you

Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for