Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And I

Whoa-oh oh oh Don't stop, make it pop DJ, blow my speakers up Till we see the sunlight TiK ToK, on the clock But the party don't stop no Tonight, Im'ma fight Yeah, you got me Woah-oh oh oh

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Well worries and trouble darling, babe you know I've had my share Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Everyday,

Well I'm a lover not a fighter So I kiss that girl and say goodbye now 'Cause I came for kicks not for arguments No whoa oh oh 'Cause I'm a lover not a fighter Leave a message after the beep Somebody fill in the gaps, somebody fill in the dots I feel

Like a war child I'm like, I'm like Whoa, whoa (I'm like) whoa, whoa (I'm like) I'm like, I'm like, I'm like I like to get my fuckin' fade on I'm feeling sexy, I'm like (Ooh) Them haters tryin' to get their hate on (Fuckin' war child)

Whoa oh oh (oh oh) Hey, clumsy Bangin' all over this bedroom Again and again Call me a fool, call me insane But don’t call it a day Closer to you, closer to pain

All, all we, all, all, always never tell her It's the same old story in this tug of war We go back and forth, we go back and forth But it ain't good for me, what we do this for? We go back and forth, walk through this road Oh, whoa (we go back and forth,

This is life in color The sun bursts, clouds break Whoa oh oh oh And the darkest grays Well this is life in motion (motion) Well this is life in color (color) Today feels like no other (other) And just when I could run this race no more The sun bursts,

Next thing we're touching Oh, everybody's starry-eyed Whoa oh oh ah ah And everybody goes And my body goes Whoa oh oh ah ah You look at me it's like you hit me with lightning Oh, oh, starry eyed

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