| Lyrics | Song |
| Some will love and some will curse you, baby | |
| Seems like everybody's selling you dreams 'round here but no one's buying and it's closing time | |
| And I'll never let go cause there's something I know deep inside | |
| It's hard to laugh and cry, live and die every night | |
| They say he went in his sleep with a smile on his face | |
| When your a master of the art of romance | |
| My daddy lived the lie, it's just the price that he paid. Sacrificed his life, just slavin' away | |
| You're reaching for your four leaf clover, but baby there ain't no luck down there | |
| I found spirit, they couldn't ruin it. I found courage in the smoke and dust | |
| They tried to take me to a doctor but it's too late for me | |
| So tell me there's a tombstone where there used to be a heart | |
| You can live on the street, you can rule the whole world but you don't mean one damn thing | |
| Don't say your prayers, save your amens. You've come this far, but you're still far from home | |
| 'Cause a bottle of vodka Is still lodged in my head | |
| I'm gonna hold you 'til your hurt is gone | |
| I'll be giving you the finger, sticking out my chin | |
| Who's gonna save you when the stars fall from your sky | |
| There ain't no doctor that can cure my disease | |
| You ask about my conscience and I offer you my soul | |
| I like what I like and I like it too much | |
| We had our fun, I used to light your flame | |
| She's seen all the disciples and all the wannabes | |
| Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days. The people I meet always go their separate ways | |
| The gun is in his hand but he ain't gonna confess he lies | |
| I was feeling like a stranger as I drove through my hometown | |
| Yeah, and when I paint my masterpiece I swear I'll show you first | |
| I wanna be the one you run to when you need a shoulder | |
| Then pick you up when you've had enough | |
| Another war's waiting for me when I got back home | |
| Yesterday keeps comin' 'round, it's just reality It's the same damn song with a different melody | |
| These are my people, listen, this is my town | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
| Shake your money maker, baby, smoke it if you got it | |
| Those words were broken under bedroom lights | |
| So tell me, is it true, they say there ain't nobody better | |
| Blew out the candles on the cake like everything's a big mistake | |
| There's a for sale sign on the front door of the city hall | |
| This world, it's cracked and crazy. Say one of your pretty prayers for me | |
| Daddy's girl learned fast, all those things he couldn't say | |
| 'Cause home is where you are and where I am | |
| To hand me my excuses with a chance in rhyme. Shoes and attitude were stacked way up high | |
| 'Til they roll me over and lay my bones to rest | |
| That's you to me on the shovel that's digging this grave | |
| And nothing else can get you through the night | |
| I gave up on luck but I'm still gettin' by | |
| Up is down and black is white to me | |
| Your just a pawn in a losin' game. You lose at life it ain't no game | |
| First the rising then the falling call this chapter shooting stars | |
| My foster daddy went, took my innocence away. The street life ain't much better, but at least I get paid | |
| The picture windows cracked and there's no where to run | |
| I was running away from the only thing I've ever known | |
| You write your truth and I'll write mine. One man's ceiling's another man's sky high | |
| She says we've got to hold on to what we've got | |
| And it's hard to hold on when there's no one to lean on | |
| When passions a prison, you can't break free | |
| It doesn't matter where you come from, or who you think you are | |
| Get the hands in the dirt, who's gonna work of the curse | |
| I feel the heart of the city poundin' underneath my feet | |
| You grow up, grow old, or you hit the road 'round here | |
| We could take it all apart or hold it all together | |
| After all these years can you believe I'm still chasing that dream | |
| Bet the black comes in red, crimes of passion rule my head | |
| Sinners say your prayers this train is off the tracks | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
| It's been raining since you left me now I'm drowning in the flood | |
| And I would give anything. My blood, my love, my life | |
| In the end when it ends then I'll listen to them | |
| It's pretty cold for late September and autumn wind is creepin' in | |
| Where sometimes you talk so tough your feet don't touch the ground | |
| Another night is falling and now my heart is calling you back to me | |
| If I got one thing left I got something to prove | |
| I know you can do it, come on, take me on | |
| You better hold on to your honey. Honeys, don't forget to breathe | |
| This ain't no game; I play it hard. Kicked around, cut, stitched and scarred | |
| This is for the ones who stood their ground | |
| When you breathe, I want to be the air for you | |
| Thought that love belonged to someone else not me and you | |
| How will you raise your hand when they call your name? | |
| A newborn baby's crying as lovers say farewell | |
| In a world that don't know Romeo and Juliet | |
| You see there's girls who like your money, girls who like your car | |
| What you get ain't always what you see but satisfaction is guaranteed | |
| And me, I'm just the singer in a long haired rock'n'roll band | |
| Remember when we lost the keys, and you lost more than that in my backseat | |
| Gotta get your hands in the dirt to see what the harvest will bring | |
| Havin' as much fun as you can in your clothes, margarita had me feelin' alright | |
| These days what's left of me ain't no Prince Charming and my Cinderella feels like she stayed at the dance too long | |
| Something inside that makes you do what you got to do | |
| I may be gritting my teeth, can't get back where we started | |
| I came here like so many did to find a better life | |
| Who are you using now, well I turn and walk away | |
| When you wonder why your breathing know you're not alone | |
| Kiss by kiss love is like a thrill ride, what goes up might take us upside down | |
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