It's been in my head for so long after They told me these words I can't remember It keeps coming on and on They kept beating on and on my face If they keep telling I'm a liar Babe, it's not my fault I built these layers I can't meet myself What about my masculinity? What the fuck is wrong with my body? Am I not enough? Who gives you the right to run to rules? Who gives you the right to run to rules? What's wrong with you? Tell me baby, baby Do I walk like a boy? Do I speak like a boy? Do I stand like a boy? Sorry babe, you keep asking Do I kiss like a boy? Should I spit like a boy? May I fuck other boys? Tell me baby, baby Do I walk like a boy? Do I speak like a boy? Do I stand like a boy? Sorry babe, you keep asking Do I kiss like a boy? Should I spit like a boy? May I fuck other boys? Tell me baby, baby My flesh, to jail my soul I just feel like I can fall My muscles not sharp enough And my hair is way too long And what about my voice? What about my voice? Do you think I sound Like the other boys? Do I walk like a boy? Do I speak like a boy? Do I stand like a boy? Sorry babe, you keep asking Do I kiss like a boy? Should I spit like a boy? May I fuck other boys? Tell me baby, baby Do I walk like a boy? Do I speak like a boy? Do I stand like a boy? Sorry babe, you keep asking Do I kiss like a boy? Should I spit like a boy? May I fuck other boys? Tell me baby What about my masculinity? What the fuck is wrong with my body? Am I not enough? Or even too much? It would be shortsighted to try Is it coming through your mind? But I don't care To be a man

We love it, we need it, oh Lord Can't live without it When the world gets hooked on drugs You and I are hooked on music We smoke it We walk it And we eat it Make it your way of life Even the pope agrees It is your natural way Of staying high You see, when you smoke music You don't have to smoke and hide Even when policeman comes You don't have to jump no fence We love it We smoke it Never stop the music Come on and make it your way of life Even the president agrees It is your natural connection To staying high We love it We smoke it We need it Never stop the music We love it We smoke it We need it Never stop the music We love it We smoke it We need it Never stop the music ...

We're all bad bonez We can see it when we're all alone It's all in good faith We all have it but you'll have to wait But to be honest I'm quite fine living life so complacent And to be candid Sometimes I hate the fact that I'll face it Bad Bonez We're just so scared I don't mean to act like I don't care But once you have known You'll be able to live with Bad Bonez But to be truthful It's so hard thinking that I'm not special And to be open You can't blame anyone for hoping Bad bonez

Weekend at Santa Cruz All fun Weekend at Santa Cruz All Sun Look at the leaves Look at the grass Look at the trees And hear how they laugh Watching a stream To see how it moves I'm in love with Santa Cruz Weekend at Santa Cruz All love Weekend at Santa Cruz Call god Look at the plants And see how they glow This feeling will pass But they will still grow Look at the trunks And count all their grooves I'm in love with Santa Cruz Weekend at Santa Cruz All friends Weekend at Santa Cruz Must end

Hey there, baby You wanted to spend some time with me? Well I just can't do that right now You see A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do And what a man wants ain't that difficult But it's actually quite special See What a man wants is something I like to call Alone time I feel best when I'm alone Don't take it personal It's just what I do baby And if you think that I'm alone You're slightly wrong 'Cause I got my own two cents Of what it feels to be alone It's like I'm home I know it's a strange thing And if you think there's something wrong You need to take a stroll Relax your own self

Shiver my timbers, shiver my soul Yo oh heave ho There are men whose hearts as as black as coal Yo oh heave ho And they sailed their ship cross the ocean blue A blood-thirsty captain and a cut-throat crew It's as dark a tale as was ever told Of the lust for treasure and the love of gold Shiver my timbers, shiver my sides Yo oh heave ho There are hungers as strong as the wind and tides Yo oh heave ho And those buccaneers drowned their sins in rum The devil himself would have to call them scum Every man aboard would have killed his mate For a bag of guineas or a piece of eight A piece of eight A piece of eight Five, six, seven, eight Hulla wacka ulla wacka something not right Many wicked icky things gonna happen tonight Hulla wacka ulla wacka sailor man beware When de money in the ground dere's murder in de air Murder in de air One more time now Shiver my timbers, shiver my bones Yo oh heave ho There are secrets that sleep with old Davy Jones Yo oh heave ho When the mainsail's set and the anchor's weighed There's no turning back from any course that's laid And when greed and villainy sail the sea You can bet your boots there'll be treachery Shiver my timbers, shiver my sails Dead men tell no tales