There's a hole in my soul Take a walk outside your mind Take a look and you will find That's been killing me forever It's a place where a garden never grows Yeah, I should have known better 'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose Is it over?

It takes a bit more, yeah it takes a bit more than you Yeah it takes a bit more, yeah it takes a bit more than you Do you wanna dance, do you wanna dance, do you wanna dance And you're a liar, at least all of your friends are And so am I, just typically

It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me They call me the workin' man They call me the workin' man I guess that's what I am I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine

We're gonna celebrate One more time Celebrate and dance so free Music's got me feeling so free One more time we're gonna celebrate One more time Oh yeah all right don't stop the dancing Oh yeah don't stop the dancing

Yeah the song comes on and I sing out loud And there ain't no road that I can't go down And I don't think twice when I pass your house all the time Yeah the rain just rolls right off my back And I don't get caught in the same old traps I can hear your

Yeah we gonna be on fire tonight Yeah we gonna have a damn good time Yeah we gonna roll, on and on Yeah we gonna drink until it's gone Yeah we gonna sing all night long Gonna burn it down in shining light, Yeah we gonna get a little high off life Yeah we

(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah!) (She's a) L.A., L.A. baby We'll need to realize, it's just you and me together For you and me tonight in this city (You're my) L.A., L.A. baby You gotta, go go! Bring it on The two of us tonight we can make it last

Hey hey hey, yeah now Got to, got to have it Respect is what I need Give us, give us, give us, give us What you want, honey, you got it And what you need, baby, you've got it All I'm asking For a little respect when I come home, hey now Do me wrong,

I got too much sauce, sauce Know what to do with it You don't know what to do with it (Right, right, right, yeah, damn, right, right) There's too much sauce in the food for you Too much sauce Even though, I'm good without you I'm fucking with you

Yeah, but if you look close you'll see 'Cause everybody's here Everybody's here, everybody's here but me I'm still breathing and my heart's still beating I might as well start living again And so I threw on a shirt, put on a jacket Went out to meet some