And the hearts a lonely hunter all alone When you're all alone There's a fog upon the skyline Clouds my view And the city's cold and lonely Without you And so I set out upon the highway Bound to leave your memory behind And the praire wind it chills me

Tell our dad, I'm sorry (hey) You're an angel You're an angel fallen down, won't you tell us of the clouds You have fallen from the sky, how high, how high? Tell our dad, I'm sorry Ruby I hope I see you, I've waited all this week For you to walk my way,

You give me butterflyz Got me flyin' so high in the sky I can't control the butterflyz You give me something that I can't deny Something that's so free I just can't control the way I feel Lately when I look into your eyes, I fly You're the only one I

Someday, baby You and I are gonna be the ones Good luck's gonna shine So hold on, we're headed for a better life Friday night and the moon is high I'm wide awake just watchin' you sleep And I promise you you're gonna have More than just the things that

Oh woah oh oh woah oh Sing it for the people like us, the people like us Oh, people like us we've gotta stick together It's hard to get high when you're living on the bottom We are all misfits living in a world on fire Everybody wants to throw it all

Do you picture a better life? But I can't shake the feeling That you picture a better life, better wife, better nights, better high I can't seem to understand it How did we get so low I've been up late watching you breathe Wondering if you're going to

Makes you think you're on a high when you're really just on a high wire If love were pants they'd always be on fire Love is a liar There's a reason for the rain and it ain't just the grass 'Cause love is a liar, You take another pill just to kill another

Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high ‘Cause you never know when you're gonna go We just some motherfuckin' KIDS Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we sip scotch Like Sinatra, screamin', "Motherfuck the cops" It's that Young

Life's a bitch and then you die Cause you never know when you're gonna go That's why we get high That's why we puff la Visualizing the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's "the baddest"; a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is

Let's hit Fingalicking for lunch (What up, Khaled) South Beach, book a room, you're my lunch, aw yeah (Yeah) You get me so high, baby, I don't need no drug (Yeah) Don't be wasting my time, girl I need your love (Your love) Go get the lotion (Yeah), let