sold your soul Just like a screaming choir, we can shake vertigo Get your wolves, I'll get mine, and we'll take this outside. Let's get into a fight
pay At the end of the day! [FOREMAN] I might have known the bitch could bite I might have known the cat had claws I might have guessed your little secret
her safety aside I try to tell her that I got her back And no matter where we at, in our lives I'll treat her like she my girl I asked her "What's wrong
and I'm covered in mud I think I'm dying, I feel dizzy, I'm losing blood I see my childhood, I'm back in the arms of my mother I see my whole life,
I had no doubt Of any trouble hereabout You play a virgin in the light But need no urgin' in the night. Girl: She's been laughing at you While she's having her men Women
I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same time I'd like to come
Of the conservative right And I believe that women have the right to wear the clothes they like Without being treated like dirt And I believe we men
had a fight With a thunderstorm one cold dark night. I ain't sayin' who won but it don't storm at all... 'round here... anymore...
selves. Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the same
men say To the women when they lay down at night. All naked of arms from the old imagined fight? And how do the women hear? In kind and in likeness
than it seems, Come waste away with me - How many sunny days have I passed men and women taken to poverty within this nation I'm passing I mumble a prayer
Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta, Gotta Gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go Gotta
inner selves. Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets, But I don't want to be one of them. I want to be an outsider, At the
nearer than it seems, Come waste away with me - How many sunny days have I passed men and women taken to poverty within this nation I'm passing I mumble
At the end of the day! [FOREMAN] I might have known the bitch could bite I might have known the cat had claws I might have guessed your little secret
