It's a ride, it's a trip. It ain't right if it don't hurt just a bit. It's a shot in the dark, just might mean that we don't hit that mark. It's a lesson
Bring it back to the middle and ?round again Whip it up shake it down slide it back on in All right, all right. Knocking on hard wood like I know you
There's no confessing aiding and abetting it's haunting you now. Crimes you could never confess by the cold light of day. Throw back the curtain and
