I put my foot on the gas I didnt have to go far, I found this funky little steel and fiddle redneck bar, the band was in the Middle of "your cheatin heart
?m going down (And I love the feeling) Filling me up (And your taken me down) Chorus It?s just the naked truth (Truly alive, truly alive) It?s just the
into nightmares - your plans get crushed It seems like the grands been flushed But since it's all for diniero, you can't give up We gotta keep hope alive
long live love On a wet day, dry day, great to be alive day Brother takes the stand Cymbals ringing, everybody singing With the Sally Annie band Just a band
myself And when I first kissed your lips I felt so alive I've got to hand it to you girl You're somethin' else But on the other hand There's a golden band
was gonna burn us We worked the bellows for so long Comfort of the fire apathized us Looks like we burned ourselves alive 'Member the old band we filled
to burn us We worked the bellows for so long The comfort of the fire apathized us Looks like we burned ourselves alive Remember the old band we filled
grime a gang they think grime cant i think grime can i know alot of clubs in the country where they wont play grime and there grimes' band grime is alive
the turnpike There's a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, cherry top, rips this holy night The street's alive as secret debts
't kiss it Then the fly looks real We gotta give it what we got Even get us up wide And what you need you could jive alive So without hesitation You'
they in caskets mothers weeping on them With her head in her hands There's only one thing that the dead understand that it's better to be alive Now what
I'm alive, I can feel the blood Rushin' through my veins An' that's all I need to know 'Cuz I'm not lookin' for a change 'Cuz I got friends and enemies
Look, my squad half-Mandrill, half-Mandela My band 'bout seventy strong just like Fela Yeah, part Melle-Mel, part Van Halen And we represent Illadel,
see I bet Thomas Jefferson would love B E T This is a celebration all across the land Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band Uncle L, I love
my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery of poverty No man alive has
, let em know, let em know what? FUCK THE INDUSTRY! [richter] See I dont give a fuck about no magazine covers, 'cause the fans they love us, and my band
Down at the Astoria the scene was changing Bingo and rock were pushing out X-rating We were the first band to vomit in the bar And find the distance to