First time I ever put that jersey on It fit me like a glove and all my nerves were gone Underneath those Friday night lights was where I was meant to be I can still hear mama screamin that's my boy number eighty-three We didn't win too many games that year Two or three if memory serves me right But I learned so many lessons Underneath those stadium lights Yeah to most it was just a number a way to tell us boys apart But t me it was my pride and joy where id leave my mark The only place on earth where I felt free Was standing out there on that fifty yard like Wearing number eighty three These days I traded in that jersey for this old guitar Singing my songs on the blvd Yeah the lights have changed to neon but that's alright with me Standing up here singing songs about being free To some im just a dreamer bangin on an old guitar But to me this is my pride and joy, where I pour out my heart The only place on earth where I feel free Is standing up here underneath these lights Singing through these six string To some I'm just a dreamer bangin on an old guitar But to me this is my pride and joy where I pour out my heart The only place on earth where I feel free Standing up here underneath these lights Yall singing back to me Whoooaa Whoooaa Whoooaaa... Whoooaa Whoooaa Whoooaaa...

You take me down But you're too strong I don't wanna try You can eat a dick! Dog, it is you Rude, vulgar, obsessive, not true For once in your life You were me, so sure You can eat a dick! Humiliation, I'm suffocating Humiliation, I'm suffocating Humiliation, I'm suffocating Humiliation, I'm suffocating Humiliation, I'm suffocating Humiliation, what the fuck? O Father, who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done On Earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run You better make your face up in Your favorite disguise With your button down lips and your Roller blind eyes With your empty smile And your hungry heart Feel the bile rising from your guilty past With your nerves in tatters When the cockleshell shatters And the hammers batter Down the door You'd better run Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run You better run all day And run all night Keep your dirty feelings Deep inside And if you're taking your girlfriend Out tonight You'd better park the car Well out of sight Cause if they catch you in the back seat Trying to pick her locks They're gonna send you back to mother In a cardboard box You better run "Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa

Blood spilled heart-felt head filled Play dead Consider yourself now, My friend enemy number one You are bound and gagged, Sacred circle broken trust (Blood spilled heart-felt head filled play dead) Now the plague has been cast in your town Acid tongue, vemon word, why bother to lie? Leave the lamb behind your mouth full of Your mouth full of lead and lies Behind your mouth full of Behind your mouth full of lead and lies Don't walk in the fire, You might find that you'll get burned What a fine dirty face Guilt at last, is this a lesson that's learned? Can you hear your own blood in you veins, calling out your demise? (Blood spilled heart-felt head filled play dead) Silence a word to the wise Your mouth full of Your mouth full of lead and lies Behind your mouth full of Behind your mouth full of lead and lies I can't hear you scream I can't hear you scream Drowning so it seems your mouth is full of poison.