Love lies bleeding in my hands And love lies bleeding in my hand Oh it kills me to think of you with another man I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band The roses in the window box Have

Here we are, with our running and confusion And I don't see no confusion anywhere And if London burns I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar I want to be in a band When I get to heaven Destiny, destiny protect me from the world Destiny, hold my

It's so easy gettin' through these times So easy your love and mine If you need a woman in bed with you Tell her in front what you can do It's easy, easy as pie Don't have to be a ? You don't have to lie If you play the guitar it won't be long You'd be

Tryin' to stop your leavin' Train's a comin', river's runnin' Got a guitar on my back And I'm standin' on this lonesome railroad track Train's a-comin' It'll be here 'fore too long But I don't think I can stop it with a song Girl, that's the kind of way

Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star And be as you are Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road Get this laying low off to a flying start Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun Man, I could use a

Goodbye love Came to say goodbye love, goodbye It's true you sold your guitar and bought a car? It's true, I'm leaving now for Santa Fe It's true, you're with this yuppie scum? You said you'd never speak to him again Who said that you have any say in who

With a guitar full of freedom and a head full of lines That nightlife full of demons has been a hell of a ride Married to a dream with a mistress named music I still remember Miss Bessie singing Black, wrinkled fingers on ivory keys Just five years old,

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

We be ballin' hard, yeah, I just want some paper, yeah NCAA, yeah, we the young and dangerous, yeah I'm playin' with the clit like a guitar NCAA, yeah, set the record straight (Set it) Come on in (Come on in), come on in (Come on in) Honorable C.N.O.T.E

Thousands of cars and a million guitars Screaming with power in the air We've found the place where the decibels race This army of rock will be there To ram it down, ram it down Straight through the heart of this town Ram it down, ram it down Razing the