Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

You're bringin' on the heartbreak Bringin' on the heartache You got the best of me Oh, can't you see? Whoa, can't you see? Can't you see? You're bringin' on the heartache Takin' all the best of me Gypsy, sittin' lookin' pretty

Welcome to the new age, to the new age Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive Whoa, oh, oh I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones Enough to make my systems blow I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

Baby, thinking of you keeps me up all night You drive me crazy, I just can't sleep I'm so excited, I'm in too deep Whoa oh oh, crazy, but it feels alright Baby, I'm so into you You got that something, what can I do? Baby, you spin me around, oh

Jeremy spoke in class today King Jeremy the wicked Jeremy spoke in Uh uh uh uh (spoke in, spoke in, spoke in) Whoa oh (spoke in) At home drawing pictures Of mountain tops With him on top

Can't even close my eyes Whoa, my baby can't be found Lord, I believe this is the end Now here it is three o' clock in the mornin' Oh, three o' clock in the mornin', baby Well, I can't find my baby Lord, and I can't be satisfied Lord, I've looked around

You'd better Stop, before you tear me all apart You'd better Stop, before you go and a break my heart Oh whoa, you'd better stop All that I have, is all that you've given me Did you never worry, that I'd come to depend on you I gave you all my love, that

I'll bear the cross on Judgment Day I just slide, slide on by, never bad enough to crucify me Oh, whoa, yeah, on Judgment Day It's my life, get off my ass, get outta my face Man, I don't see no problem Kickin' back, ain't kickin' you, no, no Anyway, if I

I know you send me Honest you do Darling you send me At first I thought it was infatuation But woo, it's lasted so long Now I find myself wanting To marry you and take you home Honest you do, honest you do Honest you do, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Funny how a melody sounds like a memory Like a soundtrack to a July Saturday night Springsteen To this day when I hear that song I see you standin' there all night long Discount shades, store bought tan Flip flops and cut-off jeans