As far as I'm concerned So wipe that dirty smile off We won't be making up I've cried my heart out And now I've had enough of love Who wants to be right as rain 'Cause when hard work don't pay off And I'm tired there ain't no room in my bed It's better

If I let it out I don't know what I'll do There's a creature inside of you too So I shut it out, I bottle up, I hide it from the world I can't hold back The creature wants me screaming, screaming I'm living a lie, there's a creature hiding inside of me

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfucking gangsta party Up out of there Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) You done put two of America's most wanted In the same

He's flying High flying He could've tuned in tuned in But he tuned out A bad time nothing could save him Alone in a corridor waiting locked out He got up outta there ran for hundreds of miles He made it to the ocean had a smoke in a tree

Music's playing up and down the block Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk and southern rock It's a little piece of paradise way out here in the woods There's always something going on down in the trailerhood My neighbor Carl, he lives next door Pink

Where my sorrow goes, there I'll be Water runs up through my door And washed me clean of my childhood Dirt on the floor, a reminder Well I can't tell you I'm not at all afraid Crossing that river again on a boat Takes in more than it floats on above And

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

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

There I was, now here I am I got off track, I made mistakes Back slid my way into that place where souls get lost Lines get crossed And the pain won't go away I hit my knees, now here I stand I came up out of the water Raise my hands up to the father

That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds