Oh I've come to find There's nothing sweeter than this life of mine Than your tender touch Reason to leave me here in your clutch Oh I've come to find I can't see nothing past your lies In this cold-hearted days Do you feel the pain that drags me away My Concubine You're out of line Oh I've been off for days Can't seem to make my great escape And I'm lost for words I cannot find myself inside your love lies And at times you know it burns Another lie Another dream Another loveless memory I plan to see for what are none When the sun shines down Theres nothing more The nothingness for me Cause she was thinking 'bout the sea She needs a little more of lovin She needs a little less of me Won't you please Rest me in peace Cold hearted pleas Brings me closer to my knees My Concubine You're out of line Now lost on me Is the effect you seem to impart on every man Who crosses the street to see you Just walk on by Wouldnt loose your head Cause even if you tried She would leave you 'bout your lie My Concubine

I work down at the pizza pit And I drive an old Hyundai I still live with my mom and dad I'm five foot three and overweight I'm a sci-fi fanatic, a mild asthmatic Never been to second base But there's a whole 'nother me that you need to see Go check out MySpace 'Cause online, I'm out in Hollywood I'm six foot five and I look damn good I drive a Maserati, I'm a black belt in karate And I love a good glass of wine It turns girls on that I'm mysterious I tell 'em I don't want nothin' serious 'Cause even on a slow day I can have a three-way chat with two women at one time I'm so much cooler online So much cooler online I get home, I kiss my mom And she fixes me a snack And I head down to my basement bedroom And fire up my Mac In real life, the only time I've Ever even been to LA Was when I got the chance with the marching band To play tuba in the Rose Parade But, oh, online, I live in Malibu I pose for Calvin Klein, I've been in GQ I'm single and I'm rich And I got a set of six-pack abs that will blow your mind It turns girls on that I'm mysterious I tell 'em I don't want nothin' serious 'Cause even on a slow day I can have a three-way chat with two women at one time I'm so much cooler online Yeah, I'm cooler online When you got my kind of stats, it's hard to get a date Let alone a real girlfriend But I grow another foot and I lose a bunch of weight Every time I log in Oh, online, I'm out in Hollywood I'm six foot five and I look damn good Even on a slow day I can have a three-way chat with two women at one time I'm so much cooler online Yeah, I'm cooler online Hey, I'm so much cooler online Yeah, I'm cooler online (Yeah, he's cooler online) Hey, I'm cooler online (oh, oh) (Yeah, he's cooler online) Yeah, I'm sittin' alright Hey, I'm cooler online (Yeah, he's cooler online, hey)

Kevin wasn't really all that popular in school But I remember well the day I thought Now, that guy's pretty cool He pulled into the parking lot and everybody cheered 'Cause he'd gone and painted his entire Chevy Cavalier Camouflage, camouflage It disappears when it pulls out of his garage Camouflage, camouflage Well, I asked Jenny to the prom And her mom knew how to sew So she made a matching tux And gown from Duck Blind Mossy Oak We took pictures in the backyard Before we went to the dance And the only thing that you can see Is our faces and our hands Camouflage, camouflage You should've seen the way it popped with her corsage Camouflage, camouflage Ain't nothing doesn't go with camouflage You can blend in in the country You can stand out in the fashion world Be invisible to a whitetail Irresistible to a redneck girl Camouflage, camouflage Oh, you're my favorite color, camouflage You can blend in in the country You can stand out in the fashion world Be invisible to a whitetail Irresistible to a redneck girl Well, the stars and bars offend some folks And I guess I see why But nowadays there's still a way To show your Southern pride The only thing as patriotic As the old red, white and blue It's green and gray and black And brown and tan all rolled into Camouflage, camouflage Designed by Mother Nature and by God It's camouflage, camouflage You're my favorite color, camouflage, yeah

On my fifth birthday I got so upset About the brand new bike that I didn't get I'd prayed my heart out and it didn't seem fair. I told my grandpa, "I guess God doesn't care" And he just smiled and said, "My child," "Make no mistake Every prayer you pray gets answered Even though Sometimes, the answer is no." Five years later, out behind the shed With a stolen pack of grandpa's cigarettes I struck a match, and held that first one to my lips And prayed to God, "Please let me get away with this." And through the smoky air I saw grandpa standing there. Make no mistake Every prayer you pray gets answered Even though Sometimes, the answer is no When I think of all the answers in my life, I would have to say There's no doubt it was always for the best when I didn't get my way. Grandpa got older, like grandpas do His health was failing and I guess I knew It'd be best if he was called on home But selfishly I prayed that God would keep him hanging on And when he passed away, in my mind I heard him say. Make no mistake Every prayer you pray gets answered Even though Sometimes, the answer is no. Sometimes the answer Is no.

Mother, do not cry for me All of this, is exactly how, it's supposed to be I'm right here, can you hear my voice My life, my love, my Lord, my baby boy As they nail me to this tree Just know the Father waits for me God, how can, this be your will To have your son, and my son killed Whatever happens, whatever you see Whatever your eyes tell you has, become of me This is not, is not the end I am making, all things new again I remember, when you were born In that manger where I first held you, in my arms So many miracles, and lives you've changed And this world repays you how, with all this pain And as they nail me to this tree Just know the Father waits for me God, how can, this be your will To have your son, and my son killed Whatever happens (whatever happens) Whatever you see (I don't wanna see) Whatever your eyes tell you has, become of me This is not (tell me it's not) Is not the end I am making, all things new again Whatever happens (oh, oh) Whatever you see (oh) Whatever your eyes tell you has, become of me This is not (no) Is not the end I am making, all things new again