Heavy is the head that wears the crown Second guessing your decisions Trying to find out what's been missing Go and wake the king Call to arms For those who kiss the ring Stand your ground The walls are coming down

I know what you're thinkin' what you're thinkin' is easy to see. I know what you're dreamin' I have those same dreams. Whoa...Reachin' to the feet of God. Lookin' for a sign. It was right here all the time, time, time, time... I am you and you are me. Do

I must have kicked them out They told me I was gone You have no plans for me I will set my soul on fire I'll tell 'em What have I become? I'll stay awake Why am I not scared in the morning? I don't hear those voices calling

What were all those dreams we shared Those many years ago? What were all those plans we made now Left beside the road? Behind us in the road More than friends, I always pledged Cause friends they come and go People change, as does everything I wanted to

Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And

Where my dogs at? One two one two, come through run through Gun who, oh you don't know what the gun do Some do, those that know are real quiet Let me think you wanna try it, fuck around and start a riot Niggas gonna buy it, regardless because I'm the

Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And

Maybe we've outgrown all the things that we once loved But what are we running from? A show of hands from those in this audience of one Where have they gone? And now all my friends are gone I can still remember The words and what they meant As we etched

I know that you know You might not think that I care But you don't know what I know Give me a minute there Just a minute now It'll come back to me Freewheelin' troubadour You took my mind off the scene Damn all those people who don't lose control

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to get me tight are those Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on the Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips