Guess I'm finally right here Guess there's no turning back Pop star of the year, still a God with the raps Whole family know I got it, guess I'm too rich to hide it There's no turning back, back, back Hope the people still relate but my music is my life

I am a human being, capable of doing terrible things. There's lightning striking all over the world. You people are mistaken if you think that I'm awake and celebrating anything that I've become. Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey

Don't you lie to me Now don't you lie to me Because it makes me mad I get evil as a man can be That you loved me long time ago You don't want him no more There's two kind of people I just can't stand Evil-hearted woman

I am an innocent man Oh yes I am Because I am an innocent man An innocent man Some people stay far away from the door If there's a chance of it opening up They hear a voice in the hall outside And hope that it just passes by Some people live with the

Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found Havin' hard times in this crazy town Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare People all around me and they're all in fear They don't seem to want me but they won't admit I must be some kind of creature up here

Make some good ol' love Ho na na na People, people Have you heard the good news There's people, people They're running just like you Today I say It's all that matters for now For you, and I

You know I'm always good for a good time I'm up for just about anything as long as it's almost legal I can fit in with any old crowd, long as there's a party, they're my kind of people So if you're down with painting the town, I'll be around all night I

And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline I think there's a flaw in my code These voices

Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light

Hang your jacket from the door There's thirty people in the kitchen Well come gather all around me There is something you should know There's no place quite like this place If we get it on the go So, pile your boots up in the corner And there's always