I have myself a silver blade The edges sharp, the handle bone A little thing of silver made Now it's the only thing I own Once I knew a lordling fine I heard him whistle as he rode And I was bold to call him mine The shoes upon his horse were gold One

You said I wouldn't get to far on a tank of gas and an empty heart But I got everything I'll ever need I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings And I'll grab the wheel and I'll point it west Pack the good and leave the rest I bet this road

Go go. Go Johnny go Johnny B. Goode Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods amongst the evergreens There stood an old cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode That never ever learned to

Spent my days with a woman unkind Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine. Made up my mind to make a new start Going To California with an aching in my heart. Someone told me there's a girl out there With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. Took my

Fuck a silver lining 'Cause only gold is hot enough, hot enough It's just cherries, cherries Everything is cherries on top When you gonna say my name? One more, one more Silver lining To the old, and to the new We dedicate this song to you

Parasite lady Parasite eyes No need to cry She'll always be there trying to grab a hold She thought she knew me, but she didn't know That I was sad and wanted her to go I didn't want to have to get away I told her things I didn't want to say I need her

Angel angel of Harlem It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me

Here we sit And the sand that they call cocaine cost you twice as much as gold You'd be better off to drink your coffee black But I swear, the land it listened to the stories that we told God bless the busted boat that brings us back Across the table

It's not where I belong Windows in rooms that I'm passin' through Little boy, six years old A little too used to bein' alone Another new mom and dad, another school Another house that'll never be home When people ask him how he likes this place He looks

We've come a long way since that day And we will never look back, at the faded silhouette To the old school To the old rounds, it's all about the newfound We are the newborn, the world knew all about us (We are the future and we're here to stay) And we