Well, if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Well, have you ever lived down in the ghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too

I got a letter from my love, It said exactly what I'm thinking of no words can say, Well darling I'll find away You see your diamond ring, I' here to say that doesn't mean a thing Without your love, And if that's all we got then take it off take it off

When it's your time to go Don't matter where you've been So we might as well say What's on our minds 'Cause there's no waiting, no We came out of the cinema We were rubbing our eyes Our mouths were dry from the sugar and the popcorn And we felt a little

The words you say with your last breath and the emptiness in space I can't tell you what to do This crossroad is your own But I know what we'll become We'll be outlaws on the run Do you think about the end? Do you think about the end? (That slow last

What's your name? Shootin' you straight, little girl? What's your name, little girl? Won't you do the same? Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver Mister, take us to the show I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a

I'm the fireman, that's my name. They call me the fireman, that's my name. Making my rounds all over town, putting out old flames. Well everybody'd like to have a what I got. I can cool 'em down when they're smoldering hot. Last night they had a bad one

What you don't know sure can hurt you What you can't see makes you scream What you don't have is what you dream Good evening! hahahahaha! Welcome to our show! If you've got that problem, yeah Well I think that you should know This ain't the same old

But I don't want to die I may be dreaming or whatever Well I don't wanna live forever I live inside a lie Don't want to life forever Just before you die They say you see your life go flashing by Cold dark endless nights To burn in hell or bathe in ever

What you call me? (tramp!) No you didn't! (you don't wear continental clothes, or Stetson hats) Well, I tell you one doggone thing It makes me feel good to know one thing, I know I am a lover (Matter of opinion) that's all right, mama was, papa too And

The longer it goes well, the shorter your fuse Maybe you'd know if you walked in my shoes Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do Babe you got a mean streak There in your shadows, save room for me What did I do, tell me what did I say That kicked up the