The moon was shinin' on the lake that night. The Slayer t-shirt fit the scene just right. Through smeared mascara, I looked into your eyes and saw a light
I can't stop partying, partying I can't stop partying, partying I gotta have patron, I gotta have these I gotta have a lot of pretty girls around me
Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage Playing hackey sack back when Audioslave was still Rage Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then
You'll never be A better kind If you don't leave The world behind Waste my days Drown aways It's just the thought of you In love with someone else It
Ohh Oh, oh, ohh Oh, oh, ohh Oh oh oh Dead, on my head Wasting time, on my own Sleep rescue me Take me back to my home (Oh, take me home) For the times
They say I need some Rogaine to put in my hair Work it out at the gym to fit my underwear Oakley makes the shades that transform a tool You'd hate for
How am i going to Deliver you a mountain size of love? How do oceans connected by a straw Get something through? I might need some time to remember Need
I can watch little girl from the back of my car I see you and show at the place that you are Groceries spillin' up out of your bag Thinkin? you?ll end
Put me in a special school ?Cause I am such a fool And I don?t need a single book To teach me how to read Who needs stupid books? They are for petty
When I was younger I used to go and tip cows for fun, yeah Actually I didn't do that 'Cause I didn't want the cow to be sad But some of my friends did
Sorry About my past life Sorry But we just missed Sorry it had to end up Like this Sorry If I caused you pain Sorry I forgot your name Sorry But
I'm dreamin' in the mornin' I'm dreamin' all through the night And when I'm dreamin' I know that it's all right Woo hoo hoa I'm dreamin' in the evenin
It's not my destiny to be the one that you will lay with So many reasons why I have to go but want to stay here Sometimes I want a taste but then I don
Gordon Lightfoot sang a song about a boat that sank In the lake at the break of the morning A cat named Stevens found a faith he could believe in And
You try to play it cool, like you just don?t care But soon I?ll be playin? in your underwear I?m like a mage with the magic spell You come like a dog
What's with these homies dissin' my girl? Why do they gotta front? What did we ever do to these guys That made them so violent? Hoo, hoo But you know
I know I should get next to you You got a look that makes me think you're cool But it's just sexual attraction Not something real so I'd rather keep whackin
Oh come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant Oh come ye, oh come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of Angels Oh come, let us adore Him
