Even if we tumble and fall We're gonna ride the storm out on a lifeboat Baby this kind of love is all that we know We're gonna take a walk out on the trapeze Even in a wild breeze, we could be the best of them all It's a want you, it's a need you, it's a

It's been a long hard ride, got a ways to go But this is still the place, that we all call home West on a plane bound west I see her stretching out below Land blessed motherland the place where I was born Scars yeah, she's got her scars sometimes it

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

(Throw ya hands up, let's ride) (To the city of the scene) (Put it on the one, get your body on the dance floor) (Shake it Westside) Six million ways to mob, choose one (Some-some-something about the West Coast) It's somethin' in the water (Something

T.N.T. (oi, oi, oi) 'Cause I'm T.N.T. I'm dynamite T.N.T. and I'll win the fight T.N.T. I'm a power load T.N.T. watch me explode See me ride out of the sunset On your color TV screen Out for all that I can get

Coming back, I'm coming back. Alone, I fight these animals. Alone, until I get home. We ride, we ride, we ride She follows me into the woods, Takes me home. We ride it all out. We ride it all Slow, slow me down,

Keep me closer, I'm a lazy dancer, when you move I move with you The rest of the ride is riding on you Over goodbyes we'll buy some place For wishing you could If the fire's out baby, How you gonna keep me warm? Supposing you let me, with the door wide

That's the thing about a hurricane She's all lightning and wind and rain Get too close and you're swept away Better hold on till it breaks 'Cause it's a hell of a ride if you can just survive the pain But that's the thing about a hurricane I knew when

Ride it out You can always call me 'Cause all we ever do is love Girl, you ain't alone, we all been alone Baby just be honest (X-O) Don't you worry 'bout a thing Shots of the Henny, bottles of Patron Blunts to your face, you don't wanna sing no more Lost

Promiscuous makes an entrance Her mouth is full of questions Are we all brides to be Are we all designed to be confined Buy ourselves chastity belts and lock them Organize our lives and lose the key Our faces all resemble dying roses From trying to fix