Sticker this, censor this, ban this We've got something to say Police this, condemn this, damn this We'll be heard anyway Middle finger is the flag that I wave when I'm silenced... Listen here... Is it a possibility? That we're all just equal, Slam the

Well, I guess this is growing up Someone that understands But everybody's gone It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your

D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S A-N-I-M-A-L I'm pinned down by the dark Makes my head pirouette Been fighting with my sheets And nearly crying in my sleep Yes, I'm battling that well taught gripe The most restraining type You should have racing stripes

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

Honest you do, honest you do I know you, you send me At first, I thought it was infatuation But ooh, well it lasted So very, so very, so very long Darling you send me Darling you, you send me Darling you, you thrill me I know you, you thrill me

There you go My goodbye girl Wrecking my whole world, one more hello Goodbye girl Yeah, I know that color on your lips too well I saw you blowing kisses down the wishing well again When I say I love you, just just say "I know." You put your arms around

Thinking about you Thinking about you now Think about your touch, think about your kiss Feeling like a kid again, total utter bliss Total utter bliss Think about love, think about hate Think about gain fame, why I'm always late? Think about tonight, what

And I, I hate to see your heart break But I’ve been there before I hate to see your eyes, get darker as they close Well, how were you to know? How were you to know? I hate to see your eyes get darker as they close There is not a single word, in the whole

Well now he's back in the atmosphere One without a permanent scar and did you miss me while you were Looking for yourself out there Did you finally get the chance to dance Along in the light of day yeah Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken

A man appeared before Wells Fargo Wells Fargo's stage driver man Wearing long white linen And a dust flour sack over his head They call him Black Bart P08 The highway bandit poetry man Leaving his poem, disappeared Like a ghost on his own, all on his own