On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their
It was painted red the stripe was white It was eighteen feet from the bow to the stern light Secondhand from a dealer in Atlanta I rode up with daddy
It's five o clock somewhere, somewhere There's dancing in the streets because somewhere, someone is having a dance-off somewhere, someone is celebrating
You should stay away from roses And be careful to avoid chocolate hearts Keep distant from romantic notions Cause that's where love most often starts
I wanna be your love I wanna make you cry And sweep you off your feet I wanna hurt your pride I wanna slap your face I wanna paint your nails I wanna
Everybody step back from the mic As I set it off All playin' the wall It's time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather
White demon love song down the hall White demon shadow on the road Back up your mind, there is a call He isn't coming after all love this time She likes
throughout this world something's gone wrong it makes me sick it's gone on too long it's everywhere i look i hear it all day i've seen the hatred it's
In the street where we live there's a place called desire There's a stone-cold intrusion of mad man's fire But he leaves when the lust and desire released
You run away You could turn and stay But you run away From me I tried to be your brother You cried and ran for cover I made a mess, who doesn't? I did
I don't want nobody To give me nothing Open up the door I'll get it myself I don't want nobody To give me nothing Open up the door I'll get it myself
Hey, get up, stand up, stand up for your rights Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights Get up, stand up,
She love to party, have a good time She looks so hearty, feeling fine She loves to smoke, sometime shifting coke She'll be laughing when there ain't no
Uh! Ya too rude! Uh! Eh! What a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! Oh, what a rat race! This is the rat race! Rat race! (Rat race!)
(Do do do do-do do do! Do do do do-do do do! I rebel music; I rebel music.) Why can't we roam (oh-oh-oh-oh) this open country? (open country) Oh, why
Old pirates, yes, they rob I Sold I to the merchant ships Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong By the hand of
Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh. Oo-oo-ooh! Oo-oo-ooh. Slave driver, the table is turn; (catch a fire) Catch a fire, so you can get burn, now. (catch a fire) Slave driver
Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na; Na-na na na-na na na na. Them belly full, but we hungry; A hungry mob is a