Fate fell short this time Your smile fades in the summer Place your hand in mine I'll leave when I wanna (Get ready for action!) I got to regret right now (I'm feeling this) The air is so cold and null (I'm feeling this) Let me go in her room (I'm

Change, and nothing stays the same Unchained, yeah ya hit the ground running Change, nothing stays the same Thought you'd never miss me 'Til I got a Fat City address Non-stop talker, what a rocker! Unchained, yeah you hit the ground running Unchained,

Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin', What you say Hey I got you shakin' that thing like Hell no, hell no, Said her ass so fat, she ain't even tryna tuck it Got her sittin' here fucking like it's nothin', nothin', nothin' You niggas ain't

You wanna be set apart? Burn all of your art repair the wasteful part I'm a vampire in a forest fire Hey! we all gotta keep warm Hey we all gotta keep warm, driving towards the storm Your father was a pervert Face down in the dirt He taught you how to

And still I don't understand When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father, in one ear and out the other Well, now I guess I should've listened Why's love gotta be so tough Ahh-oh, ahh-ahh Oh, and now I guess I should've

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

I hear them all the time I hear you all the time Grandma's singing in the bedroom It's a near forgotten lullaby She used to sing when I wasn't well Father's outside chopping firewood Like he did when he'd been drinking Or when he and mom were at it again

You did your best or did you? Sometimes I think I hate you I'm sorry, dad, for feelin' this I can't believe I'm sayin' it I know you were a troubled man I know you never got the chance To be yourself, to be your best I hope that heaven's given you

Forget what your father says I'm throwing stones at your windowpane 'Cause a boy like me and a girl like you Got no degrees and a lot to prove Says that you're wrong for me You're confused about me All the rumours getting through Is it a bad time to tell

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The