To talk to God Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs

Yeah, trust me Just breathe This is your life, it's do or die The sun may never rise again, so be the light, the vision This is your life, it's slipping by You try to run but fall again, you get back up, that's living One day you're gonna see Otherwise,

I said I like it like that You gotta believe me when I tell you Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang I said I like it like Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang I said I like it like (woo) Bad Bunny, be, be, be, be, be, be The Latino,

True to truth somehow But never truly lied at all, then and now (But never truly lied at all, then and now) I put A$AP on my tat (woo!), I put New York on the map (woo!) I put the gang on the flames (woo!), they gon' remember the name They robbin' boys

Don't even try to save me tonight But here I go 'Cause I don't know No I don't know I'll stay away from This pain I came from Can't run away from What's been said and done With all these days gone

And it all comes down to you You see your gypsy She was just a wish So I'm back to the velvet underground Back to the floor that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy that I was To the gypsy that I was Well, you know that it

Tomorrow she'll be rollin' down I-10 Baton Rouge, LSU Eighteen years in her rear-view He's got a Friday paycheck lined up, down the block At daddy's shop It ain't much, but it's a job They've been dreadin' this moment all summer long The night before

But even if I made a vow I promise not to miss you now And try to hide the truth inside I fell 'cause I, I just can't live a lie Oh, I know I could say we're through And tell myself I'm over you No, I can't learn to live without Oh, I can't live a lie

There ain't no last call, I'm havin' a ball with Hank, Haggard and Jones No, I ain't alone, I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin' And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some jack

Born in this world as it all falls apart We are young But we have heart We are strong We don't belong We will fight or we will fall Till the angels save us all March to the drums of the dammed as we come